No one feels like me
Nothing puts me at ease
I'm twitching
in my disease
Come save me
from the zombies

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

How well you play
your part
Where does it end
and you start
Morbid desire
makes me watch
to catch a glimpse
through the brainwash.

Spare me
an anaesthetic 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 your part
Where does it end and you start
Morbid desire makes me watch
to catch a glimpse through the brainwash.


--by Gibertoni--