Battles Songtext

von The Spill Canvas

Cursed by my imagination
Timing with echoes of situations
I do not feel well
Pressed beneath this spell
Polishing my social skills
With one more drink and 2 more pills
I do not feel good
I thought by now I would

But then again
It's like one thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself that keep you insecure
It's all just a known injury
Until the day you finally wake up and your not afraid

Bound by my own disposition
The endless hunt to find free vision
I'm insatiable even if my cup is full
My soar throat so now routine
I got to write those songs, make them scream
They're insatiable even if their ears are full

(Corous X2)