Lyrics Sick - Youth Brigade

Sick

I’m sick of all the fighting
sick of all the hate
sick of all this fear and loathing no one communicates
sick of listening to the crap called the American dream
Promises of bluer skies only fools would believe these lies
each night another poll reactions to the death toll «Leaders»
speak of potential'
speak where we growing to What if you woke up one day and had the chance to
make it all go away burn all the money
close down the schools take back the power
throw out the rules
I’m sick of this society promotes a world of apathy
sick of feeling there’s no choice or oppurtunity
sick to death from this sense of worthlessness and waste sick of this security
when hate kills every day
I’m sick sick sick sick sick of being sick