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 friendsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
