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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
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