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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...
It's all SICK
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
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
Then the ideals and truths will follow naturally
Happily I will settle for your conformative apathy
If I could just get rid of this
Unbedable, bucket of insight and honesty
This sick, sick, sick bucket of reality
But you see: this sick will stick
It's ME
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season hitting ground
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
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
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
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
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season
Hitting ground...
Of these bars and theses cars
I feel sick
You are making me sick
You are making me sick
It's all sick
We're all sick, you are making me sick
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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 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