Scarsick

Scarsick 歌词

歌曲	Scarsick
歌手	Pain of Salvation
专辑	Scarsick
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Gildenlöw
	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!
	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
	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

	zuo qu : Gildenl w
	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!
	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
	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

	zuò qǔ : Gildenl w
	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!
	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
	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

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