Scarsick Lyrics

Pain of Salvation


publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
writers: Daniel Gildenloew
album: Track 1 in album Scarsick
release date: 2007-1-22
popularity : 4 users have visited this page.
genres: Electronic Rock Pop
styles: Alternative Rock/Disco/Pop Rock/Prog Rock/Heavy Metal
length: 7:09

Cover Art

Pain of Salvation Scarsick cover art
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Sick
It's all sick

I feel sick, I'll be sick then it's fine,
I'm conform
To your norm with a bucket full of me, I'll be free
Finally I will see what you mean with your freedom
This world you call home, not alone, happy drone

Won't be sick of these cars, all these codes and these bars
All the sickening scars, I'll believe in the way
Of the stripes and the superstars
I will fall in line and obey 'cause the price is so small

Almost nothing at all if I'm just losing me
Then the ideals and truths will follow naturally
Happily I will settle for your conformative apathy
If I could just get rid of this

Unsettling, uncomfortable
Unbedable, bucket of insight and honesty
This sick, sick, sick bucket of reality
But you see: this sick will stick

'Cause it's me
It's me

Step into the dark age of treason
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season hitting ground

Hitting ground...

Sick

Felling sickened by this ****ing travesty
Is just a sign of sanity, you're not alone
And every time that you hurt, every cut
Every scar and every time you just hate

Everything that you are it is simply the instinct to flee
To escape from this mess, this continuous rape of what's true
And what's real so you gnaw at your paw
To get out of the trap

Of the cage, of our time, all that rage
Is your struggle to survive, they think you wanna die
When in truth you just strive biting every hand just to stay alive
But can you hear the sound in you ear

Growing louder and louder, the whole world around you
A pounding and grinding that tells you that
You're not alone, it's the sound of
Thousands and thousands of vixen teeth
Hitting bone

Step into the dark age of treason
Today the only voice of reason
Would have to be the sound
Of the soup of the season
Hitting ground

Sick
Of these bars and theses cars
I feel sick
You are making me sick

So sick
You are making me sick
It's all sick
We're all sick, you are making me sick

Soup of the season hitting ground


Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Scarsick
  • 2 Spitfall
  • 3 Cribcaged
  • 4 America
  • 5 Disco Queen
  • 6 Kingdom of Loss
  • 7 Mrs. Modern Mother Mary
  • 8 Idiocracy
  • 9 Flame to the Moth
  • 10 Enter Rain