all of my senses are turning away and all that i touch is just turning to waste / i mark indifference in various ways, all of my senses have gone out to play / tongue tied and twisted / my eyes wouldn't blink / decisions were made for me / i couldn't think / tattered old heros were saving my grace but i lost my senses / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / all gone to waste / a stranger in my hat, under my skin / my hair is a welcome mat / now it begins / it splits and divides, feeds on itself / i lost my senses / i don't want your help / don't want your help / all my pretenses collectively face / the left hand of decency patiently waits through an unbarable show of restraint / my ears won't play / my eyes coudn't paint / tounge tied and twisted / my eyes wouldn't blink / decisions were made for me / i couldn't think / i thought my friends were just saving my place / but i lost my sense and i lost my friends / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / i don't wanna touch, taste, feel / all gone to waste / a stranger in my hat, under my skin / my hair is a welcome mat / now it begins / it splits and divides feeds on itself / i lost my senses / i don't want your help ~

"sustained and ... I can't hear for listening / pride and joy ... never ... thinking" / all going to waste / all going to waste / all going to waste / i don't wanna / i don't wanna touch, taste, / I don't wanna touch, taste, feel / all going to waste ~