"Scarsick" as written by and Daniel Gildenloew....
Sick
It's all sick

I feel sick, I'll be sick then it's fine,
I'm conform
To your norm with a bucket full of me, I'll be free
Finally I will see what you mean with your freedom
This world you call home, not alone, happy drone

Won't be sick of these cars, all these codes and these bars
All the sickening scars, I'll believe in the way
Of the stripes and the superstars
I will fall in line and obey 'cause the price is so small

Almost nothing at all if I'm just losing me
Then the ideals and truths will follow naturally
Happily I will settle for your conformative apathy
If I could just get rid of this

Unsettling, uncomfortable
Unbedable, bucket of insight and honesty
This sick, sick, sick bucket of reality
But you see: this sick will stick

'Cause it's me
It's me

Step into the dark age of treason
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season hitting ground

Hitting ground...

Sick

Felling sickened by this fucking travesty
Is just a sign of sanity, you're not alone
And every time that you hurt, every cut
Every scar and every time you just hate

Everything that you are it is simply the instinct to flee
To escape from this mess, this continuous rape of what's true
And what's real so you gnaw at your paw
To get out of the trap

Of the cage, of our time, all that rage
Is your struggle to survive, they think you wanna die
When in truth you just strive biting every hand just to stay alive
But can you hear the sound in you ear

Growing louder and louder, the whole world around you
A pounding and grinding that tells you that
You're not alone, it's the sound of
Thousands and thousands of vixen teeth
Hitting bone

Step into the dark age of treason
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season
Hitting ground

Sick
Of these bars and theses cars
I feel sick
You are making me sick

So sick
You are making me sick
It's all sick
We're all sick, you are making me sick

Soup of the season hitting ground


Lyrics submitted by Danzoc

"Scarsick" as written by Daniel Gildenloew

Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

Lyrics powered by LyricFind

Scarsick song meanings
Add your thoughts

1 Comment

sort form View by:
  • 0
    General CommentSICK
    It's all SICK, I feel sick
    I'll be sick, then it's fine
    I'm conform to your norm
    With a bucket full of me
    I'll be free, finally
    I will see what you mean with your freedom

    This world you call home
    Not alone, happy drone
    Won't be sick of these cars
    All these codes, and these bars
    All these sickening scars
    I'll believe in the way of the stripes and the superstars

    I will fall in line and obey
    'Cause the price is so small
    Almost nothing at all
    If I'm just losing ME
    Then the ideals and truths
    Will follow naturally
    Happily I will settle for your conformative apathy

    If I could just get rid of this unsettling, uncomfortable
    Unbendable bucket of insight and honesty
    This SICK SICK SICK bucket of reality
    But you see: this sick will stick
    'Cause it's ME
    It's ME

    Step into the dark age of treason
    Today the only voice of reason
    Would have to be the sound
    Of the soup of the season hitting ground
    Hitting ground...

    SICK
    Feeling sickened by this fucking travesty
    Is just a sign of sanity
    You're not alone
    And every time that you hurt
    Every cut, every scar
    And every time you just hate
    Everything that you are
    It is simply the instinct to flee
    To escape from this mess
    This continuous rape
    Of what's true and what's real

    So you gnaw at your paw
    To get out of this trap
    Of the cage, of our time
    All that rage
    Is your struggle to survive
    They think you wanna die
    When in truth you just strive
    Biting every hand
    Just to stay alive

    But can you hear that sound
    In your ear, growing louder and louder
    The whole world around you
    A pounding and grinding
    That tells you that you're not alone
    It's the sound of thousands and thousands
    Of vixen teeth
    Hitting BONE

    Step into the dark age of treason
    Today the only voice of reason
    Would have to be the sound
    Of the soup of the season
    Hitting ground...

    SICK...
    Of these bars and these cars
    I feel sick
    You are making me sick
    So sick
    You are making me sick
    It's all sick
    We're all sick
    You are making me sick

    Soup of the season
    Hitting ground

    Sick!
    (Step into the dark age of treason)
    I feel sick!
    Sick!
    Of these scars and these cars!
    I feel sick!
    (Step into the dark age of treason)
    Sick!
    I feel sick!
    I feel sick!
    You want faith?
    You are sick!
    (Step into the dark age of treason)
    So sick!
    Sick!
    You want faith?
    You are sick!
    (Step into the dark age of treason)
    Sick!
    You're so sick!
    You're all sick!
    You are making me sick!

    Soup of the season
    Hitting ground
    Magickon February 02, 2007   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain