Lose yourself by Eminumb

His palms are numb, knees numb, arms are done

There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's dumb

He's numb, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs

But he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud

He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out

He's choking how, everybody's joking now

The clock's run out, time's up, over, numb!