Incommunicado - Young Medicine

Tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on

Just tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on to pain

I’ll collapse on the bed singing songs of self-atrophy

Till my voice breaks down (breaks down!) this static lullaby

Cause the bedroom is just a mausoleum built for me

Bring me back to life (alive!), it’s haunting me

(Hey!) These finger tips are growing numb to touch

(Hey!) Who knew I’d miss these emotions this much?

(These finger tips are growing numb to touch)

(Can you touch me?)

How do I live a lifetime speaking without empathy?

Till my mind breaks down (breaks down!) behind these glassy eyes

But it’s all just a prelude to the next five centuries

Emptiness won’t end (the end!), goes on and on and on

Tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on

Just tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on to pain

These nerves have frozen over, they cannot decode your sentiments

There’s no place lonelier than the vast abyss inside my head

Where’s my chemical cocktail?

Where’s my cure for reticence?

Please, tell me I’m wrong here!

Can’t you show me that I’m real?

(Tell me what to)

These finger tips are growing numb to touch

Who knew I’d miss these emotions this much?

These finger tips are growing numb to touch

Can you touch me?

Just tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on to pain

Just tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time

Tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on

Just tell me what to feel, show me that I’m real

Hands like mine fall off in time holding on to pain