My Instincts Are the Enemy - American Football

My instincts are the enemy

I warned you

I've damaged good inside of me

Need you

Translate all the colors that I can't see

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

Tell me what you see