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At Sickness Lyrics


Alkaline Trio At Sickness

[Verse 1]
I can't believe they let me see the way they fight
Eat, sleep, deny
Like a pair of starving dogs being trained to bite
Under gross fluorescent lights

[Pre-Chorus]
Why did you bring me here?
And if I'm really home, then why
Why does it feel so strange?
I'm gonna burn it down
Sweep the ashes off of what remains
[Chorus]
Operate like this is all a nightmare
I'm not supposed to be here
The steady pace, the bitter taste
And cold tears I don't wipe away any more
Hell, I wish I was only depressed
I'm starved of all things but your stress
I get three square a day, and the excess I pray
Make it stop, what for?
I'll meet you at sickness, I'm sure

[Verse 2]
Bury my face in this earthquake
Cover my ears, for heaven's sake
I woke up rolling down the hill
Perhaps something played the games
That lovers never will

[Pre-Chorus]
How could you leave us here?
This one looks at me like a TV
But why don't they hear me scream?
As I hop aboard this burning wreck, and head right for the sun
I'm done

[Chorus]
'Cause that's the way I'm gonna end this nightmare
I'm not supposed to be here
The steady pace, the bitter taste
And cold tears I don't wipe away any more
Hell, I wish I was only depressed
I'm starved of all things but your stress
I get three square a day, and the excess I pray
Make it stop, what for?
I'll meet you at sickness, I'm sure
[Bridge]
A stolen glance at your diary
I couldn't keep it shut
I advanced, you'd failed to keep it locked
Forever lost
Face down, wide awake
Sound dies, meanings change
Mind breaks, tongue turns
Words that follow have no place
They have no place, but cannot wait
They cannot wait once they start
You're just so good at breaking my heart

[Chorus]
I'm gonna end this nightmare
I'm not supposed to be here
The steady pace, the bitter taste
And cold tears I don't wipe away any more
Hell, I wish I was only depressed
I'm starved of all things but your stress
I get three square a day, and the excess I pray
Make it stop, what for?
I'll meet you at sickness, I'm sure


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