Another waste of life
Another taste of hate
My fate awaits, wasted every day
A wasteland with no plan
And not a one understands
It's getting out of hand
Shadow's falling, demon's creeping
God is sleeping on the job
And somehow, it's all my fault
Better figure it out now before I fall down and pass out
Mastered the art of being blasted
And living off of my own blood after
Being stabbed in the back, attacked, cast out
Told to relax but f*ck that
I keep standing up like I got something to prove
I keep trying to fight the sickness
Everybody acting like they read minds
I guarantee you can't see that deep into mine
I sense a storm on the horizon and a new world shining
But we all ignored the warnings
And now I'm trying to numb myself into something comfortable
Something else, with enough some-some
To not come down for months, f*ck it
I'm nothing
I care about nothing, and I feel nothing
I'm f*cking done with this mind-numbing dumb shit
And keep wondering how the f*ck I still function
I keep standing up like I got something to prove
I keep trying to fight the sickness
Hate to break it to you, but mistakes were made
Late to the party, but I already paid
4 20's for a quarter at the start of the story
Lord forgive me for the sickness I inflict on the charred remnants of penitence
And dance all day with a devil in a fifth
And the sun will come up like nothing happened
And the wind will sing the same old song
And the stars will continue to shine
And rain will choose to ruin a few more days
And life will go on with my body in the ground
Socratesone - Fight the Sickness Lyrics
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Another waste of life
Another taste of hate
My fate awaits, wasted every day
A wasteland with no plan
And not a one understands
It's getting out of hand
Shadow's falling, demon's creeping
God is sleeping on the job
And somehow, it's all my fault
Better figure it out now before I fall down and pass out
Mastered the art of being blasted
And living off of my own blood after
Being stabbed in the back, attacked, cast out
Told to relax but f*ck that
I keep standing up like I got something to prove
I keep trying to fight the sickness
Everybody acting like they read minds
I guarantee you can't see that deep into mine
I sense a storm on the horizon and a new world shining
But we all ignored the warnings
And now I'm trying to numb myself into something comfortable
Something else, with enough some-some
To not come down for months, f*ck it
I'm nothing
I care about nothing, and I feel nothing
I'm f*cking done with this mind-numbing dumb shit
And keep wondering how the f*ck I still function
I keep standing up like I got something to prove
I keep trying to fight the sickness
Hate to break it to you, but mistakes were made
Late to the party, but I already paid
4 20's for a quarter at the start of the story
Lord forgive me for the sickness I inflict on the charred remnants of penitence
And dance all day with a devil in a fifth
And the sun will come up like nothing happened
And the wind will sing the same old song
And the stars will continue to shine
And rain will choose to ruin a few more days
And life will go on with my body in the ground
Another taste of hate
My fate awaits, wasted every day
A wasteland with no plan
And not a one understands
It's getting out of hand
Shadow's falling, demon's creeping
God is sleeping on the job
And somehow, it's all my fault
Better figure it out now before I fall down and pass out
Mastered the art of being blasted
And living off of my own blood after
Being stabbed in the back, attacked, cast out
Told to relax but f*ck that
I keep standing up like I got something to prove
I keep trying to fight the sickness
Everybody acting like they read minds
I guarantee you can't see that deep into mine
I sense a storm on the horizon and a new world shining
But we all ignored the warnings
And now I'm trying to numb myself into something comfortable
Something else, with enough some-some
To not come down for months, f*ck it
I'm nothing
I care about nothing, and I feel nothing
I'm f*cking done with this mind-numbing dumb shit
And keep wondering how the f*ck I still function
I keep standing up like I got something to prove
I keep trying to fight the sickness
Hate to break it to you, but mistakes were made
Late to the party, but I already paid
4 20's for a quarter at the start of the story
Lord forgive me for the sickness I inflict on the charred remnants of penitence
And dance all day with a devil in a fifth
And the sun will come up like nothing happened
And the wind will sing the same old song
And the stars will continue to shine
And rain will choose to ruin a few more days
And life will go on with my body in the ground
Writer: Joshua Albert
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