"Sx" lyrics
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy waters, yeah
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is?
So sick, it's so sick
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
We've all got bones we've buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We're selling souls we didn't even own
Own
Bloodsport we couldn't leave alone
No
Holding onto faith we've never known
Straight shot, right to the throat
Breathe me in
Bleed me out
Tie the rope
Don't make a sound
Every second I waste
I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Every second I waste
I feel external fate
Something controlling me
And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this?
Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is?
So sick, it's so sick
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
We've all got bones we've buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We're selling souls we didn't even own
Own
Bloodsport we couldn't leave alone
No
We're holding onto faith we've never known
Bring me the rope
Side by side
The end of life
Where suffering ends
We were a product of our own ambition
This wave of volition means
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
And I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is?
So sick, it's so sick
Every second I waste
So sick, it's so sick
Something controlling me
And I watch and I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this
So sick, I'm so sick
By what you think it is?
Sick
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy waters, yeah
Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour
To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is?
So sick, it's so sick
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
We've all got bones we've buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We're selling souls we didn't even own
Own
Bloodsport we couldn't leave alone
No
Holding onto faith we've never known
Straight shot, right to the throat
Breathe me in
Bleed me out
Tie the rope
Don't make a sound
Every second I waste
I feel external fate
Something controlling me
Every second I waste
I feel external fate
Something controlling me
And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this?
Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is?
So sick, it's so sick
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, like the hell you create
Follow, blinded by the weight
Dead space, or just an absence of fate
Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate
Deadweight, or the hell you create
We've all got bones we've buried deep
Webs of lies we like to keep
Bodies buried underneath
We sowed it, reap
We're selling souls we didn't even own
Own
Bloodsport we couldn't leave alone
No
We're holding onto faith we've never known
Bring me the rope
Side by side
The end of life
Where suffering ends
We were a product of our own ambition
This wave of volition means
Every second I waste, I feel external fate
Something controlling me
And I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed
By what you think it is?
So sick, it's so sick
Every second I waste
So sick, it's so sick
Something controlling me
And I watch and I wait for the end to begin
Am I confined to this
So sick, I'm so sick
By what you think it is?
Sick
