Dead Walking On

[INTRO] Fourteen reasons, more dead wrong Still walking, still moving on Hollow room, fluorescent light Questions hit harder than a street fight [VERSE 1] Sitting in the therapist room, staring at the floor They ask me what I’m feeling, I don’t know anymore Same four walls, same questions, same blank stare They searching for emotion, I’m searching for it there “Do you feel anything?” I pause, then shake my head There’s a thousand things inside me But they all feel dead Fourteen reasons, every one of ‘em wrong Still got both feet moving, still I’m walking on I don’t call it strength, I don’t call it defeat I’m just another cold shadow with a pulse underneath [HOOK] Dead walking on, dead walking on Hollow in the room, but the body’s still strong They ask if I feel, I don’t know what to say I got nothing but static where the feelings should stay Fourteen reasons, more dead wrong Still wake up every day, still keep moving on They can search my eyes, they can study my face But they can’t find the feeling I misplaced [VERSE 2] Therapist writing notes while I’m watching the clock Trying to explain a mind that don’t know how to talk They ask about the anger, I tell ‘em it’s there Ask me about the sadness, I tell ’em nowhere Maybe I’m numb, maybe I’m tired Maybe all the old pain burned out the wires I used to feel everything, now everything’s thin Like somebody turned the volume down from within Still got the tough talk, still carry that cold Still walk through the city like nobody owns my soul But behind closed doors, when the noise disappears I’m sitting with a silence that’s been growing for years [HOOK] Dead walking on, dead walking on Hollow in the room, but the body’s still strong They ask if I feel, I don’t know what to say I got nothing but static where the feelings should stay Fourteen reasons, more dead wrong Still wake up every day, still keep moving on They can search my eyes, they can study my face But they can’t find the feeling I misplaced [VERSE 3] They ask me if I’m angry, I say maybe I am Ask me if I’m scared, I don’t know if I can Ask me if I’m hurting, I stare at the wall Sometimes the hardest answer is nothing at all But something keeps moving underneath all the numb Some small fucking signal saying, “Don’t become done” So I sit in that chair while the silence gets loud Let somebody see the man underneath the shroud I don’t have an answer, I don’t need to pretend Maybe healing ain’t a switch, maybe it’s learning again Learning what the heart does after years of attack Learning how to feel without getting swallowed back [BRIDGE - QUIET / HAUNTING] “Do you feel anything?” …I don’t know. “Anything at all?” …Maybe. [FINAL HOOK] Dead walking on, dead walking on Hollow in the room, but I’m still moving on They ask if I feel, I don’t know what to say But something underneath me hasn’t faded away Fourteen reasons, more dead wrong Still wake up every day, still keep moving on Maybe I ain’t empty, maybe I’m just worn Maybe something in me is waiting to be reborn [OUTRO] Therapist room. Fluorescent light. Same question. “Do you feel anything?” …Maybe tomorrow.