Touch

Catatonic listless creature Try to comprehend Everything you've ever wanted Is around the next bend Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean a thing Look at you, the freak attraction In this carnival of souls Failing all negotiations You'll be the next sold Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean anything Now love, don't make a sound Reach down and touch the ground Emptiness is almost certain Like an automatic dream You're closing in on the final curtain You're on the next scene