Senseless

If ever did a bucket of tears trickle down your cheeks, 

if ever you wished to be buried under musky reeks, 

if ever have you been screwed literally by an iron nail, 

if ever had you felt what's it like to fail, 

and you believe it is the worst part of life, 

I would like to tell you of my strife, 

Oh I'm senseless, senseless.

Not that I have taken the lover of weed up my nose, 

not that I have red wine along blood in my hose, 

not that I have gotten high or I am lost, 

it's just my senses have fell asleep at last. 

I fail to sense the changes around my being, 

so much is visible I'm not seeing, 

Oh, I'm senseless, senseless.

Oh yeah, so much is visible I don't think of what I see, 

the Arabic aromas around I don't smell what is free, 

exquisite of food and caviar I don't want to taste, 

the best violins slide through my ears in haste, 

all I crave is for the sense of touch, 

I burn out of jealousy on her clutch, 

Oh, I'm senseless, senseless.

Clutch, I would be, dark as I am,

I'll censor my words I won't frighten the Sam,
Dam, ram, and all that naughty scam, 

you better know what I am,
Oh, I'm senseless, senseless.