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No longer feel a thing

I sure as Hell don't want to be saying

This didn't work so I'll be on my way

It is because I did not feel a thing

After the men of the queen had their way with me

The war is now over but I have the leftovers

Tonight the new battle is just beginning

Numbness is just the after effect of the cocaine

Drool pours drown my porcelain skin

The ice cold waters relieve the pain 

The pain that never existed before the screening

Now here I am and I find myself shattered and

Broken down by something that is completed

Though it still rapes my mind over done

I feel everything so keep screaming yes

As I'm pulled back to life again

And I'm out again to dry

The cold never touches me

There is a numbness in my clay glossed skin

And I am ready for battle Eh I can no longer feel a thing

I am walking out and back in again

Just subliminally messaging your mind

Now that our souls have been tainted

I will return yeah accept it I am your friend

I know you think you don't need friends like me

But wait yeah think of it this way

I am just a man made of clay

Wishing that your demands are met

Going out every day to make it happen

So you can afford to have this numbness that you so wanted

Stranded you will wait for me or get lost searching the streets

Either way you're lost for wanting

And you could get in that open door

Thinking he'd be none the wiser where's the harm