Testo Failing

Friday night, everyone's moving
I don't make a sound
I bite my lip to control this feeling
my head is spinning around
it's fighting, prevailing
I'm failing now

in your gaze I see a fire I try to look away
I close my eyes
to shut off your image
but I'm still a slave
I'm trying, travailing
I'm failing now

can't beat this thing I deplore
what am I fighting this for?
I'm trailing, I'm failing now
governing my every action
it is my only true function
I'm failing, I'm failing now