My Instincts Are the Enemy

My instincts are the enemy

I warned you

I’ve damaged good inside of me

I need you

Translate all the colors that I can’t see

I think I’m in trouble

Can you explain why all the reds look green to me?

With my nerves exposed, I can’t say no

My instincts are the enemy

I warned you

I’ve malevolence inside of me

I need you

I wanna taste a little bit of everything

But it gets me in trouble

To fill my plate with the vacant and obscene

With my nerves exposed, I can’t say no

I’m paralyzed, engaged in a civil war

What can I do?

Either way, I lose

You lose, too

Days are nights and nights are unbearable

What can I do?

Chained to this mood

You’re chained to me

Keep asking different questions

The same answer I receive

I need you more than ever to tell me what you see