| Song | Spill Me |
| Artist | Project 86 |
| Album | Project 86 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Album by: Project 86 | |
| Artist by: Project 86 | |
| My back so full of scrapes | |
| With the miles I've walked of waste | |
| Fade and fall away against | |
| Numb my hunger to taste | |
| What's the basis for change | |
| Excuses to feed my ego's rage | |
| Cling to my comfort to clench | |
| Content with my sadistic wrench | |
| Find every reason not to kill | |
| The half way beast | |
| That steals my only peace | |
| And don't expect it to rest | |
| Till it's home | |
| Is a naturalistic nest | |
| My back so full of scrapes | |
| (with another wound) | |
| And the miles I've walked of waste | |
| (with another scar) | |
| Fade and fall away against | |
| (with another scratch) | |
| Numb my hunger to taste | |
| But there is no coincidence | |
| And there is no compromise | |
| RISE | |
| Close my grip on the floodgates | |
| And lean on the back of the covenant | |
| Sealed in dreams | |
| Anticipate the backlash | |
| Uncountable grins fade to screams | |
| Doubt's an ocean away on a sea | |
| That my last mistake drowned unwillingly | |
| And I don’t have the trust to float inside | |
| The waves that seek to spill me | |
| RISE | |
| Unrealistic ideals | |
| Promises I can’t keep | |
| I don’t have those luxuries | |
| And I don’t have the time you do to sleep | |
| And now it starts | |
| And now it begins | |
| I’ve waited too long for this | |
| For your fear to interfere again | |
| So now my vision’s secured |
| Album by: Project 86 | |
| Artist by: Project 86 | |
| My back so full of scrapes | |
| With the miles I ve walked of waste | |
| Fade and fall away against | |
| Numb my hunger to taste | |
| What s the basis for change | |
| Excuses to feed my ego s rage | |
| Cling to my comfort to clench | |
| Content with my sadistic wrench | |
| Find every reason not to kill | |
| The half way beast | |
| That steals my only peace | |
| And don t expect it to rest | |
| Till it s home | |
| Is a naturalistic nest | |
| My back so full of scrapes | |
| with another wound | |
| And the miles I ve walked of waste | |
| with another scar | |
| Fade and fall away against | |
| with another scratch | |
| Numb my hunger to taste | |
| But there is no coincidence | |
| And there is no compromise | |
| RISE | |
| Close my grip on the floodgates | |
| And lean on the back of the covenant | |
| Sealed in dreams | |
| Anticipate the backlash | |
| Uncountable grins fade to screams | |
| Doubt s an ocean away on a sea | |
| That my last mistake drowned unwillingly | |
| And I don' t have the trust to float inside | |
| The waves that seek to spill me | |
| RISE | |
| Unrealistic ideals | |
| Promises I can' t keep | |
| I don' t have those luxuries | |
| And I don' t have the time you do to sleep | |
| And now it starts | |
| And now it begins | |
| I' ve waited too long for this | |
| For your fear to interfere again | |
| So now my vision' s secured |
| Album by: Project 86 | |
| Artist by: Project 86 | |
| My back so full of scrapes | |
| With the miles I ve walked of waste | |
| Fade and fall away against | |
| Numb my hunger to taste | |
| What s the basis for change | |
| Excuses to feed my ego s rage | |
| Cling to my comfort to clench | |
| Content with my sadistic wrench | |
| Find every reason not to kill | |
| The half way beast | |
| That steals my only peace | |
| And don t expect it to rest | |
| Till it s home | |
| Is a naturalistic nest | |
| My back so full of scrapes | |
| with another wound | |
| And the miles I ve walked of waste | |
| with another scar | |
| Fade and fall away against | |
| with another scratch | |
| Numb my hunger to taste | |
| But there is no coincidence | |
| And there is no compromise | |
| RISE | |
| Close my grip on the floodgates | |
| And lean on the back of the covenant | |
| Sealed in dreams | |
| Anticipate the backlash | |
| Uncountable grins fade to screams | |
| Doubt s an ocean away on a sea | |
| That my last mistake drowned unwillingly | |
| And I don' t have the trust to float inside | |
| The waves that seek to spill me | |
| RISE | |
| Unrealistic ideals | |
| Promises I can' t keep | |
| I don' t have those luxuries | |
| And I don' t have the time you do to sleep | |
| And now it starts | |
| And now it begins | |
| I' ve waited too long for this | |
| For your fear to interfere again | |
| So now my vision' s secured |