| Pain of Salvation – Scarsick Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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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... 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 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 Sick! (Step into the dark age of treason) I feel sick! Sick! Of these scars and these cars! I feel sick! (Step into the dark age of treason) Sick! I feel sick! I feel sick! You want faith? You are sick! (Step into the dark age of treason) So sick! Sick! You want faith? You are sick! (Step into the dark age of treason) Sick! You're so sick! You're all sick! You are making me sick! Soup of the season Hitting ground |
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| Pain of Salvation – Cribcaged Lyrics | 17 years ago |
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The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for Ones belonging to my children That do what we do, scar from our wounds The only cribs that make a difference Where the magic really happens Don't come with a Mercedes Benz Or a wide screen showing nothing Showing nothing... I'm sick of home control devices Sick of sickening home designers Sick the drugs and gold and strip poles Sick of homies, sick of posers Despite the nodding staff that serves you Despite the name on the clothes and perfume Despite the way that press observes you You're just people... Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red Carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people So fuck the million dollar kitchen Fuck the Al-Pacino posters Fuck the drugs the gold the strip poles Fuck the homies, fuck the posers Fuck the walls they build around them Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense I don't want to hear their voices As long as they've vote with their wallets Fuck the silly “throw you out” joke Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked Fuck their lack of originality and personality Fuck this travesty Fuck this new norm Fuck comformity Fuck their Kristal Fuck their sordity Fuck the way they fuck equality Fuck their freebie gear Fuck the ones they wear You're just people.. Successful people Dressed up people Smiling people Famous people Red Carpet people Wealthy people Important people But still just people Messed up people Shallow people Stupid people Plastic people Meta people Theta people Therapyople Entropiople Oh, fuck the ones they wear I'm cribcaged The only cribs that we should care for Are the ones that we are here for The ones belonging to our children That do what we do, scar from our wounds |
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| Kamelot – The Spell Lyrics | 22 years ago |
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This is correct version of this lyric ; Kamelot - The Speel where has all the magic gone lost behind or lost along a victim of the pulse of our society don't you miss the ancient times the riddles and the subtle signs a relative perspective on reality I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon I'm a creature of the night all my demons cast a spell the souls of dusk rising from the ashes so the book of shadows tell the weak will always obey the master heading for the dragons lair another time and a different sphere I leave the nothingness behind and when the sense of logic yields I'll escape the outer shields into the universal mind I get stronger in the splendor of a lucid moon only creatures of the night can heal my wounds |
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