Lletres: Flotsam And Jetsam. Drift. Blindside.

What's this? Conscience with claws
The protest without the cause
Sweet truth 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

Can't see me in my blindside
Stopping tomorrow tonight
Blindside, they see my blindside
Stopping tomorrow tonight

Got what I wanted, now discarded
Override any reason to win
Winning's not for everyone

The darkest dirt again
If I turn on my lights out
I won't have to clean my house
I won't have to clean my house

Can't see me in my blindside
Stopping tomorrow tonight
Blindside, they see my blindside
Stopping tomorrow tonight

Can't see me in my blindside
Stopping tomorrow tonight

Why motherfucker?