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)

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

Don't touch it (don't touch it)
Don't touch it (don't touch it)
Don't touch it (don't touch it)