No time to register the words you say
As I am stepping over you
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
It`s a sad state of affairs
To ignore this wrongness everywhere
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