Numb

The Turning

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A hundred lives fall from the sky
The papers print statistic lines
But children cry without their fathers
Pack my bags i'm already

And it's all the same
It's another day
I sold my soul
I threw away my innocence
And it feels so wrong
All my senses died and I am numb

My mother called me late last night
Her sister died on her morning flight
So gather all her sons and daughters
And her mother
Tip my hat i'm on my way, so late

Only time can make me see
All the life was stripped from me
Only god can save me now
Only god can break my heart
Break my heart