the 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