Paroles: Spill Canvas. Battles.

Cursed by my imagination
Teaming with echoes of situations
I do not feel well, pressed beneath this spell

Polishing my social skills
With one more drink and two 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 leave you insecure

It's all just a numbing charade
Until the day you finally wake up
And you're not afraid

Bound by my own disposition
The endless hunt to find fruition
I'm insatiable even if my cup is full

My sore throats are now routine
I gotta write those songs, make 'em scream
They're insatiable even if their ears are full
But then again

It's like one thousand paper cuts
Soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself
That leave you insecure

It's all just a numbing charade
Until the day you finally wake up
And you're not afraid

It's like one thousand paper cuts
Soaked in vinegar
Like the battles with yourself
That leave you insecure

It's all just a numbing charade
Until the day you finally wake up
And you're not afraid