I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S FOR YOU
OR IF IT'S FROM WHAT I'VE SEEN
MAYBE IT'S JUST MY POISON IN MY SKIN
DIZZY ALWAYS AT DAWN
AND A FACE THAT BLINDS ME IN THE CROWD
AND I SLIP ON SIDEWALKS, AFRAID TO CROSS THE STREETS
CORNER IN CORNER, LIVING SOMEHOW OUR TRICKS
VICTIMS OF OUR SKILLS
IT'S ALL I FEEL
AND I FLINCH IN DESIRES AND OVERSIGHTS
I BLAME AND FORGIVE ME FOR FEELING ALIVE
I SLIP ON MY FEW MOVES
FEELING EVERY CURVE
VICTIMS OF OUR SKILLS
IT'S ALL I FEEL
I DO NOT KNOW IF MY ANGELS DESPISE ME
OR HOLD ME BY THE HAND
OR DARKNESS MAKE ME WALK IN VAIN
BUT THE POISON, THE WHISPER, THE DAWN AND THE WAIT
KEEP ME AWAKE.
VICTIMS OF OUR SKILLS
IT'S ALL I FEEL.