Wrecked - Carpathian

I’m part of a problem thats out of my own fucking hands

I’m shipwrecked in a city that grows colder by the second

when this air I breathe is so undesirable

open my skin and paint me across these walls

I’m meat to the wolves

and I’ve never felt so fucking warm I’m burning up

tell me what did you expect?

in a matter of speaking, its a cold fucking world

and I can see me going nowhere

its a cold fucking world

and I can’t feel anything

I can’t feel

why should I love?

when romance is fabricated

why should I trust?

when friendship is unrequited

why should I give a fuck?

we’re all numb sedated ghosts without a hope

born fucking dead, rid me from this mindless, heartless hell

and I can’t feel anything, I can’t feel FUCK