The very next time that you get me wrong Will be the very last time that I ask you along I'm just to uptight to be waiting around I've taken more than enough to make up my mind Unemotional, I know A future less peep show All shimmering but it's empty and slow Since I lost my feeling some time ago 20th century cold My head's plugged in where the sun don't shine Where there's no room for anybody else Waging chemical warfare against myself Just to get through the day You see I gotta hurry it away Unacceptable, I know I'm an idiot sideshow I'm [unverified] And I lost my caring some time ago 20th century cold My heart still beats but I'm cold Don't you feel it? Don't you feel it? As you breathe it Don't you believe it? Don't you see it? Can't you feel it? Can't you feel it's cold? It's cold Approaching Catatonia It's a quarter to three I see myself reflected In the television screen Somewhere very far away I can hear myself scream And I get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling Get that same old feeling 20th century cold