I'm part of a problem thats out of my own f*cking hands
I'm shipwrecked in a city that grows colder by the second
when this air I breathe is so undesirable
open my skin and paint me across these walls
I'm meat to the wolves
and I've never felt so f*cking warm I'm burning up
tell me what did you expect?
in a matter of speaking, its a cold f*cking world
and I can see me going nowhere
its a cold f*cking world
and I can't feel anything
I can't feel
why should I love? when romance is fabricated
why should I trust? when friendship is unrequited
why should I give a f*ck?
we're all numb sedated ghosts without a hope
born f*cking dead, rid me from this mindless, heartless hell
and I can't feel anything, I can't feel F*CK