I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

The lights were dim and the ceiling was low.

The heat was on but the room was cold.

I was stoned but I didn't feel high.

All I feel right now is a vulture by my side.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I turned the music way down below.

And tried to let the spirits flow.

The sky outside is part snow, part rain.

The sky inside is half hate, half pain.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.

I cease to feel anything at all.