Testo di Pencil Pusher

Pass the fists and I’m pacified I can hear the dogs bark behind the house Clean sheets and an empty head Salt in the wound All these bad ideas just wear me thin Like an empty head Like an empty bed I don’t feel anything You don’t mean anything When there’s nothing, regret nothing Just a momentary lapse of judgement I said something I should have kept to myself And thought this over I should think things over Sometimes I feel buried beneath the skin Beneath these bones Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever feel so alone