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.