My Instincts Are the Enemy (American Football)

My instincts are the enemy I warned you I’ve damaged good inside of me I need you Translate all the colors that I can’t see I think I’m in trouble Can you explain why all the reds look green to me? With my nerves exposed, I can’t say no My instincts are the enemy I warned you I’ve malevolence inside of me I need you I wanna taste a little bit of everything But it gets me in trouble To fill my plate with the vacant and obscene With my nerves exposed, I can’t say no I’m paralyzed, engaged in a civil war What can I do? Either way, I lose You lose, too Days are nights and nights are unbearable What can I do? Chained to this mood You’re chained to me Keep asking different questions The same answer I receive I need you more than ever to tell me what you see