Текст: Ceremony. Dont Touch Me.

Wretched feeling and feeling split
Gone into and around the back
I dont have any feelings, only some of servitude
Cringing, crying, awake
Dont look at me or anything

Volatile, simple minded, only sinking and deprived

You know you're a mistake
All of you feeling nothing but to take
Breaking fingers, needing splints
All of you, I dont like you, I dont need
Dont touch me you're sickening.