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