Sick of the timid
Sick of the weak
Sick of the marching away from the streets
Sick of the chaos
That leads to nothing
Sick of this life will it stand for something
Sick of the enemy
Sick of addiction
Sick of having to work for my pention
Sick of 9 to 5
Sick of wal-mart
Sick of everyone tearing me apart

This life seems to go nowhere
Except down
Why can't i live my life
The way i want

Sick of the government
Sick of the priests
Raping children for their religious beliefs
Sick of child abusers
You make me sick
Try to hit me punk you'll be dead i don't give a shit
Sick of attorneys
Taking everything i own
Just to stab me in the back further down the road
Sick of emo fucks
Who complain about life
If it's so hard to be middle class then why don't you fucking die

This life seems to go nowhere
Except down
Why can't i live my life
The way i want

Take my sunny days
All my happy things
Throw them all away
I don't fucking need them