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
See what the world has made me
A bogus heart of gold
Sweet talk is never real
Just evil lies I've told
I see the mark of the victim
I see the mark of the trusting soul
I take the face of the innocent
And rub it into the world
Then I have to turn my back
With nothing ever promised
I can't take all the blame
I keep my spirit callous
And leeches far away
I see the mark of the victim
I see the mark of the trusting soul
I take the face of the innocent
And rub it into the world
Then I have to turn my back
Though I'm wrong and heartless now
I can find it in myself to live with it
Though I caused the pain you feel
I'm gonna have to turn my back
Though I'm wrong and heartless now
I can find it in myself to live with it
Though I caused the pain you feel
I'm gonna have to turn my back