No one feels like menNothing puts me at easenI'm twitchingnIn my diseasenCome save menFrom the zombiesnnSpare menAn anesthetic to miserynIt's not the dark that scares menYou say tears are unhealthynThey taste real to me.nnHow well you play you partnWhere does it endnAnd you startnMorbid desirenMakes me watchnTo catch a glimpsenThrough the brainwashnnSpare menAn anesthetic to miserynIt's not the dark that scares menYou say tears are unhealthynThey taste good to me.nnSpill them on menCos I need to feelnSomething realnnThe lines become so blurrynBetween ugliness and beauty.nWhat's cruel and what is tender?nLately I don't remember.nnHow well you play you partnWhere does it endnAnd you startnMorbid desirenMakes me watchnTo catch a glimpsenThrough the brainwash.