Numb is my following shadows walk,
so many voices with no room to talk.
My skull is becoming a closing wall,
nobody around, nobody to call.
Disease ridden blood and flesh,
my words are fading away from fresh.
Nothing new comes to mind,
everything old repeating rewind.
Shooting stars are running out,
determined wishes becoming doubt.
Lyrics and beats sounding the same,
new parents searching for an uncommon name.
All new questions are aging so fast,
when there is nothing left, I will say “At Last.”