Scarsick

Scarsick - Pain of Salvation

Sick

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 for 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 confirmative 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

Have to be the sound

Of the soup of the season hitting ground

Hitting ground

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

Sick

Sick

Feeling sickened by this f**king 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

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

Hitting ground

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

Hitting ground

Hitting ground

Sick

Step into the dark age of treason

Step into the dark age of treason

I feel sick

I feel sick

You are making me sick

So sick

Sick

You are making me sick

Sick

It's all sick

We're all sick

You are making me sick

Soup of the season

Hitting ground