Blue and red and blazing lies
Buzz like conniving flies
Blasting any hope of peace
No surrender no release
Waiting still for something true
What I thought I always knew
Ripped away with all my dreams
Mundane and fantastic schemes
And I’m left
Sick of it all
I’m sick of it
Sick of it all
I’m sick of it
Once the young boy trusted
Expectations unadjusted
Everything to fall in place
Life unfurl with practiced grace
Met at every turn deception
Disappointment misconception
Loathing burns within without
Nothing grows throughout this drought
And I’m left
Sick of it all
I’m sick of it
Sick of it all
I’m sick of it
If the most dear truths come to fruition
Little lies just fall away
But without any dispensation
Night succumbs not to day
Think that I don’t understand
That I can’t fathom the plan
I only wished to ignore
What I know’s in store…
Blue and red and blazing lies
Buzz like conniving flies
Blasting any hope of peace
Leaving me with no release
And I’m sick of it all…