Lost My Senses
All of my senses are turning away
And all that I touch is just turning to waste
I mark indifference in various ways
All of my senses have gone out to play
Tongue tied and twisted, my eyes wouldn't blink
Decisions were made for me; I couldn't think
Tattered old heroes were saving my grace
I lost my senses
And 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 stranger in my hat, under my skin
My hair is a welcome mat - now it begins
Splits and divides, feeds on itself
I lost my senses, I don't want your help
Don't want your help
All my pretenses collectively face
The left hand of decency patiently waits
Through an unbearable show of restraint
My ears won't play, and my eyes couldn't paint
Tongue tied and twisted, my eyes wouldn't blink
Decisions were made for me; I couldn't think
I thought my friends were just saving my place
But I lost my sense, and I lost my friends
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 stranger in my hat, under my skin
My hair is a welcome mat - now it begins
Splits and divides, feeds on itself
I lost my senses, I don't want your help
Sustained and dangling
You can't hear for listening
Pride and joy wondering
Never far-thinking
All gone to waste
All gone to waste
All gone to waste
I don't wanna-
I don't wanna touch, taste-
I don't wanna touch, taste, feel
All gone to waste
And all that I touch is just turning to waste
I mark indifference in various ways
All of my senses have gone out to play
Tongue tied and twisted, my eyes wouldn't blink
Decisions were made for me; I couldn't think
Tattered old heroes were saving my grace
I lost my senses
And 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 stranger in my hat, under my skin
My hair is a welcome mat - now it begins
Splits and divides, feeds on itself
I lost my senses, I don't want your help
Don't want your help
All my pretenses collectively face
The left hand of decency patiently waits
Through an unbearable show of restraint
My ears won't play, and my eyes couldn't paint
Tongue tied and twisted, my eyes wouldn't blink
Decisions were made for me; I couldn't think
I thought my friends were just saving my place
But I lost my sense, and I lost my friends
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 stranger in my hat, under my skin
My hair is a welcome mat - now it begins
Splits and divides, feeds on itself
I lost my senses, I don't want your help
Sustained and dangling
You can't hear for listening
Pride and joy wondering
Never far-thinking
All gone to waste
All gone to waste
All gone to waste
I don't wanna-
I don't wanna touch, taste-
I don't wanna touch, taste, feel
All gone to waste
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Don Mahaffey, Seth Patrick Timbs
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