Songtext von Juggling Knives

Cornered again, i've backed my self in and i'm fresh out of time Too much to deal with lately i feel like i'm juggling knives I'm predisposed to be composed But not of late and no time soon My list it grows by rows and rows And leads me to an early tomb Light in my eyes, i'm paralyzed I've had all i can take If we get one more drop of rain This levy's gonna break I've arranged my priorities Conversely to what i need In haste i grab a plate And fill it with things i hate Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knives I'm burning midnight oil or wicks but at both ends And now the choice is juggling nine or dropping ten Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knive