Phantom Image - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm not cut out for this life

But I can put up a hell of a fight

And you carry your words like a champion

I sit silently, watching every move

With my head on straight, and my feet on the ground

Thought you had me tied up, but I still get around

I'm facing it all head-on

I could face my fears, and accept all my flaws

But my mind's made up, I'll sink into the fog

I know that I'm not so strong

I'm not cut out for this life

But I can put up a hell of a fight

I'm not cut out for this life

But I can put up a hell of a fight

I'm walking in circles now

You got me so damn strung out

I've been learning how to turn the volume down

It's getting harder just to turn the radio off

I was killing everything I owned that could make sound

I'll pull myself up by the straps and stand tall

With my lungs burnt out, and no gas in the tank

I just scream your name 'til my last breath I take

I'm facing it all tonight

I'm a phantom hеre, with no one on my side

If I disappеared, I know they'd all be fine

But I know that I'm not that guy

I'm not cut out for this life

But I can put up a hell of a fight

I'm not cut out for this life

But I can put up a hell of a fight