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