Pain of Salvation - Scarsick lyrics

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

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 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
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

Sick i feel sick
Of these bars and these cars sick
I feel sick i feel sick
I feel sick you are making me sick, oh
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