I'm part of a problem thats out of my own fucking handsnI'm shipwrecked in a city that grows colder by the secondnwhen this air I breathe is so undesirablenopen my skin and paint me across these wallsnI'm meat to the wolvesnand I've never felt so fucking warm I'm burning upntell me what did you expect?nin a matter of speaking, its a cold fucking worldnand I can see me going nowherenits a cold fucking worldnand I can't feel anythingnI can't feelnwhy should I love? when romance is fabricatednwhy should I trust? when friendship is unrequitednwhy should I give a fuck?nwe're all numb sedated ghosts without a hopenborn fucking dead, rid me from this mindless , heartless hellnand I can't feel anything, I can't feel FUCKn