Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tunnel Vision , by - Kingdom of Giants. Song from the album All The Hell You've Got To Spare, in the genre Release date: 04.05.2017
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Tunnel Vision |
| Have I been consumed |
| Calculating every move |
| As if I’ve got something more important to prove |
| As if I am someone more important than you |
| Would I do it any different if I could choose |
| It feels so lifeless |
| It feels so numb |
| Achievement |
| Is the death of endeavor and birth of disgust |
| This is the trap of having something to live for |
| Everything else feels so lifeless |
| Feels so lifeless |
| Feels so cold and empty here |
| Follow your dreams |
| Abandon your losses |
| No matter what the cost is |
| Disregard your sanity |
| Leave it behind with your friends and family |
| You’re under a spell not in front of a gun |
| Another rat in the race |
| Not fooling anyone |
| When did my body become so heavy |
| When did my actions start effecting so many |
| Through a life of contradictions |
| And a heart of good intentions |
| Will I ever find the balance |
| Between love and competition |
| I’m starting to lose my focus |
| If you’re always pushing forward |
| Unable to see what you’re moving towards |
| This isn’t disease it’s a disorder |
| Ego manifests defense as stubbornness |
| Again and again and again |
| Is it in my head |
| Is it all in my head |
| You’re under a spell not in front of a gun |
| Another rat in the race |
| Not fooling anyone |
| When did my body become so heavy |
| When did my actions start effecting so many |
| Through a life of contradictions |
| And a heart of good intentions |
| Will I ever find the balance |
| Between love and competition |
| I’m starting to lose my focus |
| What once was full is empty now |
| A raging river into a drought |
| The landscapes that were shaped |
| Have been laid to waste |
| What once was full is empty now |
| A raging river into a drought |
| The landscapes that were shaped |
| Are forever etched in the messes we’ve made |