No time to register the words you say as I am stepping over
you and it's a sad state of affairs I don't even pretend I'm not aware
and turned cold
Walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone
try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but
life gets in the way.
No time to register the shame I feel
as I try not to notice you and it's a sad state of affairs to ignore
this wrongness everywhere and turned cold.
Walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone
try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
It's the way we silence our senses,
a way to smother the impulse suffocate the senses, suffocate
the impulse we bury pain and tramp the dirt down.
Walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone
try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
Try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend, but life gets in the way.
