Uncomfortably Numb

Listening to this sick beat takes me to another place to carefree days of youth a thought made my heart race oblivious of time and space searching for an embrace wanting to be loved for the first time in case so turn up the bass turn up the bass let me feel it again her state of grace making up those excuses for a visit to her place memories of the first crush one can never replace so turn up the bass turn up the bass let me feel it again her state of grace

Murmurs echos aches forgotten comfort in the arms till dawn Lingering questions unanswered the inside screams when they speak Stories they make to tell the world burn more than acid on the heart For they paint a picture of a saint whitewashing the conceit & taint No, you tell lies while knowing all stood there in silence forever guilty So cruel to let the fire burn to cinder when could have stopped the spiral Perhaps the dead not need forgiveness reckoning for those fuming the flames In the end nothing remains of arrogance saw that when they lifted from the ground