"Incommunicado" lyrics

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