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.