World of Hurt

Aggravation, fueling me Money powered, hypocrisy I have no feelings You're much the same We have no feelings, we feel no pain I am numb to all I see This the way it has to be Gone is hope, gone is need I know stone don't bleed What's it worth before I die? What's the reason they all cry? I have no feelings, too much the same Not my problems, I feel no blame We are blind and we are cold We are afraid of growing old We are numb to all we see Nothing sacred Backs turned to madness Backs to misery And I put the brush to the canvas And paint a world Paint my world of hurt We are blind and we are cold Still afraid of growing old We are numb to all we see Nothing sacred Backs turned to madness Backs to misery And I see the brush to the canvas It paints my world Paints my world of Backs turned to madness Backs to misery And I see the brush to the canvas Paints a world Paints my world of hurt Paints my world of hurt Paints my world, in my world of In my world, in my world of hurt In my world of hurt In my world, in my world In my world, in my world of hurt