No one feels like me. Nothing puts me at ease. I'm twitching in my disease. Come save me from the living dead, From the zombies. Spare me an anaesthetic to misery. It's not the dark that scares me. You say tears are unhealthy. They taste real to me. How well you play your part. Where does it end and you start? Morbid desire makes me watch To catch a glimpse through the brainwash. Spare me an anaesthetic 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 want 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, play your part. Where does it end and you start? Morbid desire makes me watch To catch a glimpse through the brainwash.