touch

• the tea party / triptych
  
  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 anything
  
  lookat 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
  just 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...