Why can't I feel, why am I tangible
Am I really here, if I can't feel my soul
I'm a flattened tin, I'm an animal
Tear my skin, Let me bare my bones
Sometimes I'm an insensitive prick and I ask myself what it means
Am I a heartless carcass, do I just feel the need to feel something
Was it ever there? I ask who, what, where, why, when
I backtrack, when did I lose my feel again?