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