No time to register the words you say, as I'm stepping over you.
And it's a sad state of affairs, don't even pretend we're not aware and turned cold.

***Chorus***
Walk away untouched
I can't relate to anyone
I 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, turned cold.

***Chorus***

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.

***Chorus***