Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Sick of It All
Outcast, never fitting in
Defiant to the last (it's my life)
Forged our own way outside the lines
For reasons they'll never understand
Sacrificed, considered great
Never crossed our minds (it's my life)
Freedom to stand or fall
Destiny is solely in our hands
No, this is not a joke
Or a stepping stone
Or some passing fad
Flows through our heart and soul
Some will never know
What they could have had
Too late, no turning back
Wouldn't even try (it's my life)
Live through the joy and pain
The blood, the sweat
This is our lives
Lives
We all want a reason, a reason to exist
We all want a purpose in life, well we found this
The curse the darkness put out the light
To be a constant thorn in their side
To pull the blinders from your eyes
It might do nothing but at least we try
No, this is not a joke
Or a stepping stone
Or some passing fad
Flows through our heart and soul
Some will never know
What they could have had
It's my life