Flotsam - Blindside

What's this, conscience with claws
The protest without the cause
Straight through drawing to the air
Run you over to get it here
Lost in my own insides
Any tool to fix it right
Never free from myself
Always running from myself


Can't see me in my blindside
Stopping tomorrow tonight

Forget about feelings use you like they use me
Can't even see you in the daylight
Fanatic full of facts tonight
Nothing's free
Anything, corrosive magnet
Dissolving everything within