Exodus - Numb Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Numb By Exodus?
Nothing seems to faze me anymore
Indurate, senseless, dead soul to the core This lift has left me cold, unfeeling I find pity so unappealing I'm callous, remorseless Sympathy just seems so useless Black-hearted and worthless Desensitized and ruthless Compassion vacated I'm so disassociated I'm sick of what I've become But this world has rendered me So fucking numb Dead body on the street Won't give it a second glance Famine, poverty, just victims of circumstance So bored by all killing and the thieving I just don't have the time for the grieving I'm callous, remorseless Sympathy just seems so useless Black-hearted and worthless Desensitized and ruthless Compassion vacated I'm so disassociated I'm sick of what I've become But this world has rendered me So fucking numb I don't care that I don't care That I don't feel a thing I don't give a shit that I don't give a f*ck Not a single tear it brings When oh so many horrors Are lined up on parade Chaos and disorder Are the tools of our trade I'm fucking numb Was a time when it all was shocking Now I yawn when death comes knocking I feel no sorrow that I feel this way Now watch it all rot and waste away I'm callous, remorseless Sympathy just seems so useless Black-hearted and worthless Desensitized and ruthless Compassion vacated I'm so disassociated I'm sick of what I've become But this world has rendered me So fucking numb |
Who Wrote Numb By Exodus?
Gary Holt
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