The faster you run
The slower you go
Disconnect
From those you know
Under the ice
There's a man
Begging to leave
Begging to know
Under my skin
I am numb
I often catch my self
Twiddling my thumbs
Behind my eyes
A million thoughts
But in this empty feeling
I still feel lost
Trying to explain
So I say it out loud
It just sound like complaining
Preaching to an empty crowd
I don't feel real
And neither do these feelings
What's the point