| Song | All That Numbs You |
| Artist | Anywhen |
| Album | The Opiates |
| 作曲 : Feiner, Young | |
| Such a wonderful life | |
| When it's weighing you down | |
| Are you in control? | |
| The suburban reign always stays the same | |
| Like the hollow smile cracking up your face | |
| Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
| All that numbs you | |
| Run a thousand miles, till you hit the ground | |
| All that numbs you now | |
| And the days roll into one and the same on you | |
| The world revolving around your spinning head | |
| Make the fences high | |
| Make the blinds go down on the world outside | |
| Maybe the day will come when you wake up not feeling anything | |
| No more tears and no more pain | |
| Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve | |
| All that numbs you | |
| Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
| All that numbs you | |
| As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
| The world revolving around your spinning head | |
| Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
| All that numbs you | |
| Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
| All that numbs you | |
| As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
| The world revolving around your spinning head |
| zuò qǔ : Feiner, Young | |
| Such a wonderful life | |
| When it' s weighing you down | |
| Are you in control? | |
| The suburban reign always stays the same | |
| Like the hollow smile cracking up your face | |
| Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
| All that numbs you | |
| Run a thousand miles, till you hit the ground | |
| All that numbs you now | |
| And the days roll into one and the same on you | |
| The world revolving around your spinning head | |
| Make the fences high | |
| Make the blinds go down on the world outside | |
| Maybe the day will come when you wake up not feeling anything | |
| No more tears and no more pain | |
| Take your bleeding heart, wear it on your sleeve | |
| All that numbs you | |
| Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
| All that numbs you | |
| As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
| The world revolving around your spinning head | |
| Take your battered soul, wear it as a crown | |
| All that numbs you | |
| Stare into the sun, the blind relief | |
| All that numbs you | |
| As the years roll into one, only numbers change | |
| The world revolving around your spinning head |