No Fighter

(альбом: Of Unsound Mind - 2019)

You sure can cut some corners but you deck right, so I ask you
Could you uppercut the middle man? Call me tonight if you can
I'm a slow-moving low-talker, I'm shit in the ring 'cause I'm no fighter

You're thick as resin you rigid man, when I'm with you I suck on wood chips
I'm more or less a vision of what I could've been and lessons since then
You've got your gloves on, while I'm a fencer: I'm good on my feet, but I keep my distance

Your dagger eyes and your slack-jaw mouth, don't know what to say or what I'm about
You're the hack-saw who levels my land, you're a bitter man, we're better as friends
I'm at a loss when you come again with your axe in hand, your bucket full of wood-stain
To run it through my hair again

You sand down my sharper teeth, you talk to me like I'm seventeen
When I take a look into the rear-view, you're close enough thought I could reverse into you
You're the sculpture I couldn't capture, you're the dog I couldn't master
You're the piece I couldn't memorize, you're the problem I couldn't simplify
I'm the fee, you're the inconvenience, you look like me: you're looking incomplete, man