Tea Party – 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