Sick
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being sick
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being
How did I get to where it pours
Never rains
Highway-lost
Out of range
My time
And memory
As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter-sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it
You've got to face it where you stand
Get out of your own damn way
You must be out of your mind
Don't ask if refusal offends
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being sick
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being sick
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
Time is a memory
(Feeting)
Time is ticking
(Feeting)
Time is a memory
(After)
Time is illusion, is is illusion
Don't ask if refusal offends
Get out of your own damn way
You must be out of your mind
As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter-sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it where you stand
As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter-sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it
You've got to face it where you stand
Are you tired of being sick
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being
How did I get to where it pours
Never rains
Highway-lost
Out of range
My time
And memory
As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter-sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it
You've got to face it where you stand
Get out of your own damn way
You must be out of your mind
Don't ask if refusal offends
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being sick
Are you sick of being tired
Are you tired of being sick
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
I can get a handle on it
Time is a memory
(Feeting)
Time is ticking
(Feeting)
Time is a memory
(After)
Time is illusion, is is illusion
Don't ask if refusal offends
Get out of your own damn way
You must be out of your mind
As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter-sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it where you stand
As you grip for the future
It slips out of your hands
The bitter-sweet truth
You know too well
You've got to take it
You've got to face it where you stand
Credits
Writer(s): Nichlas Barker, Steven Malcolm Mackay, Rohan Leigh Hayes, Damon Mckinnon
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