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No one feels like me
Nothing puts me at ease
I'm twithching
In my desease
Come save me
From the zombies

Spare me
An anestheric to misery
It's not the dark that scares me
You say tears are unhealthy
They taste real to me.

How well you play you part
Where does it end
And tou start
Morbid desire
Makes me watch
To catch a glimpse
Through the brainwash

Spare me
An anestheric to misery
It's not the dark that scares me
You say tears are unhealthy
They taste good to me.

Spill them on me
Cos I need to feel
Something real

The lines become so blurry
Between ugliness and beauty.
What's cruel and what is tender?
Lately I don't remember.

How well you play you part
Where does it end
And tou start
Morbid desire
Makes me watch
To catch a glimpse
Through the brainwash.