Fisticuffs

A sloppy dance with our fists I fight myself more than my enemies It's plain as day I'm only seeing red Pour a shot down my throat let's start A sloppy dance with our fists Pour a shot down my throat let's start It's plain as day I'm only seeing red I fight myself more than my enemies Here it comes, feel alive Taste the metal from inside Come to life, beaten dead Why are we like this? I'm not the problem You're a motherfucker Why does your face feel Like bags of broken glass It happened fast and slow A stare and a poor choice of words There's nothing to be done Fight on fight on fight on Give me a reason To call right my mistakes There's nothing to prove Fight on fight on fight on