Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Incommunicado , by - Young Medicine. Song from the album Interlinked, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 15.08.2019
Record label: FiXT Neon
Song language: English
Incommunicado |
| 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 |