Numb - Cyferdyne

Still losing

The thing that makes me whole

The thing that makes me real

The thing that lets me know

With nothing left I fall

As the shadows turn to black

I waste my life regretting

All the things I lack

With a taste so cold

And a touch so numb

We come apart in these mirrors

Reflections of the ghosts that we’ve become

With a taste so cold

And a cut so raw

We come apart in this winter

I am the dark into which you fall

Still losing

the thing that makes me whole

The thing that makes me real

The thing that lets me know

With nothing left I fall

As the shadows turn to black

I waste my life regretting

All the things I lack

With a taste so cold

And a touch so numb

We come apart in these mirrors

Reflections of the ghosts that we’ve become

With a taste so cold

And a cut so raw

We come apart in this winter

I am the dark into which you fall

I am the dark into which you fall

I am the dark into which you fall

I am the dark into which you fall