[Verse 1]
A human skull, when you touch it you will see a memory
A story of a prior identity, touch it and you will see
Assumed to be a P.O.W. during World War 2
Inside a prison cell there's nothing he could do
(confusion, disorientation, an adoption of a new identity)
[Verse 2]
A dissociative fugue state (fugue state)
That you can’t escape, for a while
This place is filled with hate (filled with hate)
And an officer that is very gentile
[Chorus]
Don't touch it (don't touch it) (x3)