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 friends