Ceremony - Don't Touch Me

Wretched feeling and feeling split
Gone into and around the back
I don't have any feelings,
Only some of servitude
Cringing, crying, awake
Don't 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 don't like you, I don't need
Don't touch me you're sickening.