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.