Feeling nothing from the sounds of the words now 'Cause know that their foundation's Always brittle, could just give away at any point What's the point? What's the point? Is there really one? Seemed to have misplaced it It's lost in the crowd once again All those faces pass by They all look right through me 'Cause I'm really not here Am I even living life? Floating upon a sea of doubt Can only hold out for so long And those winds They rip like a blade through the wars that they wage And the way that I see it Is we won't have time to make it Back out alive Back out alive The days are all just numbers now Numbers now