Pain Of Salvation - Scarsick - Текст песни

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 l??™m just losing ME 


then the ideals and truths 


will follow naturally 


happily I will settle for 


your conformative apathy 


if l 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 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 that sound 


in you ear 


growing louder and loader 


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