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