The footsteps ring around the corridor
The shadows all come back for more
The walls are white, the drugs are right
Too bad they just can't stop the war
They're back to black and bathe in my blood
A whisper to forget them, maybe not
Hey, I'm sick of fighting Tired of...

A clock tick-tocks, it's time to go
It's everything I know, and so
I get up but can't feel the feet no more
My bad, It musta been
Face down the floor, The blood starts to flow
I go out cold, too bad
But I'm sick of fighting
Tired of fighting

I'm sick of fighting you
You must be tired of me too
Why can't this nightmare be over
I'm sick of watching you
make my flesh turn as cold
as the words I once told you

Thought you were my timekeeper
Turned out it was the reaper
But I got the good old gimmick on
Facepaint all wrong, but the mask is gone

Back in the white corridors
Trespassing the underworld
It was all my bad, but I'm sick of
Fighting the sinister deadly worms
that chase me at nights
but that's another song
Another band, another fight
Another right for me to do wrong
I try to fight the killing pain
Take solace in the blood that reigns
but today I'm sick of fighting

I'm sick of fighting you
You must be tired of me too
Why can't this nightmare be over
I'm sick of watching you
make my flesh turn as cold
as the words I once told you

I can not recognize myself anymore
Hold on, hold on
All the love and dreams have vanished with the war
Hold on, hold on
I can not recognize myself anymore
Hold on, hold on
To the pain that it brings

I can not recognize myself anymore
Hold on, hold on
All the love and dreams have vanished with the war
Hold on, hold on
I can not recognize myself anymore
Hold on, hold on
To the pain that you bring along

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