all of my senses are turning away and all that i touch

is turning to waste

i mark indifference in various ways, but all of my senses

have gone out to play

my tongue tied and twisted

my eyes wouldn't blink

decisions were made for me

i couldn't think

tattered old heros where saving my grace but i lost my senses

but 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 stanger in my hat or under my skin

my hair is a welcome mat

now it begins

it splits and divides and feeds on itself and i lost my senses

i 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 couldn't paint

my tongue tied and twisted

my eye couldn't blink

decisions were made for me

i couldn't think

thought my friends were just saving my place

but i lost my sense and i lost my friends