Sick - Intellectual

Sick

What have I shown, what have I done

Coming undone, staying alone

Wiping the skin till I'm getting thin

The sickness grows thicker and I'm not the winner

Don't argue! You always have to pay

Get home to heaven, and if the price is too high

Then you suffer ‘cuz something should die

After all, there will come soft rains

After all, there will come new pains

And in the end, all the disasters stay

With the love to remain

I've got nothing to do

But struggle through every day

And fight for a new

I can't leave anything behind

Can't throw it away

Can't stop it, can't delay

Say

Sold out by god I cannot be bought

Got no right to rot want it or not

And I sure know why there's no life in my eye

The sickness comes nearer, yet I'm not the winner

Don't argue! You always have to pay

Get home to heaven, and if the price is too high

Then you suffer ‘cuz something should die

After all, there will come soft rains

After all, there will come new pains

And in the end, all the disasters stay

With the love to remain

I've got nothing to do

But struggle through every day

And fight for a new

I can't leave anything behind

Can't throw it away

Can't stop it, can't delay

Cannot erase

Can't be erased

Cannot erase

Can't be erased

Where the hell am I going tonight

I'm the one you cannot scan because you're mortally blind

Take me, hate me, but anyway you know you can't believe me

Can't reshape the truth for you, can't make it a lie

Who am I? 10.000 faces in a syllable

What the fuck is different if it's no kinda miracle

Drastically sordid I'm much more thirsty than ever

There's no comfort in anything that sounds like 'never say never'

I've got nothing to do

But struggle through every day

And fight for a new

I can't leave anything behind

Can't throw it away

Can't stop it, can't delay

Sick! I gotta struggle through every day

Sick! I gotta feeling I'm fading away

Sick! I gotta struggle through every day

Sick! I gotta feeling I'm fading away