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