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 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
Way