I’m becoming desensitized to my feelings
I’m becoming desensitized to the world
I’m becoming desensitized to the warmth
I’m becoming desensitized to the cold

Ignorance may be bliss
In your minuscule extent limitation
Unaware of infinite expansive potential
But a realization of absolute truth
Without an impact on emotion
Is vastly more gratifying

I’m becoming desensitized to my feelings
I’m becoming desensitized to the world
I’m becoming desensitized to the warmth
I’m becoming desensitized to the cold

No one is a victim of this hell
We’ve all had our part in creating it
Every good deed
Has the potential to cause harm
Every bad deed
Has the potential to do good
Even doing nothing
Has its spectrum of effects
As you play out your deviations
I no longer have regrets

I’m becoming desensitized to my feelings
I’m becoming desensitized to the world
I’m becoming desensitized to the warmth
I’m becoming desensitized to the cold

I Don't know why or how
I would try and explain this to a person
It would be like trying to explain the sensation
Of doing somersaults to an invalid
Both unable to imagine a feeling
Better than the one
They can only ever know
Maybe in my exclusion of sympathy
In my neutralization of apathy
I’ll finally be free to grow

I’m becoming desensitized to my feelings
I’m becoming desensitized to the world
I’m becoming desensitized to the warmth
I’m becoming desensitized to the cold

As a sympathetic
Or an apathetic
Either way you go
Which ever one you choose
You are still consummately pathetic