Feeling numb
I’ve got the devil on my tonugue
He’s spitting words that I’d swallow
But his thoughts are rather hollow
Driving at sixty
Through the cold and the dark parts of this city
No red light shows
Only green for go

Right hand on the wheel
But my left hand’s loose
Got no mind but my body
And it’s owned by you
Right hand on the wheel
But my left hand’s loose
Got no mind but my body
And it’s owned by you
Owned by you

The drive by shooter
Missed his target on the spot
The second hand shop looter
Says the goods aren’t good enough
Say goodbye to your morals
As you sell your soul for sex
And the wine in the bottle
Being human’s like a hunger
And I don’t want this no longer

Right hand on the wheel
But my left hand’s loose
Got no mind but my body
And it’s owned by you
Right hand on the wheel
But my left hand’s loose
Got no mind but my body
And it’s owned by you
Owned by you
Owned by you
Owned by you

Right hand on the wheel
But my left hand’s loose
Got no mind but my body
And it’s owned by you