"Sick" of This

[Start] [guitar feedback] Sick of the lies, sick of the greed, Sick of the bastards who let the wolves feed. They cut from the poor, stack gold on their shelf, Then sell us the dream while they keep it themselves. [Intro] (Burn it down!) Yeah, I said it, so what? (Tear it down!) No more playing it shut. They got their hands in our pockets, their boots on our necks, And I’m done with this system, man, what the fuck’s next? [Verse] They signed a deal in a smoke-filled room, Cutting off care like a blade to a wound. Trickle-down? Yeah, I’ve heard that before, But all that shit ever did was keep us poor. [Verse] They say it’s freedom while they chain us in debt, While the sick die slow, yeah, place your bets. Two trillion gone, to line their suits, While we fight for scraps like hungry brutes. [Chorus] (Fuck America!) I’m sick of this game, They’re lighting the match, they’re fanning the flame. (Fuck America!) They don’t hear our cries, Just watch us burn while they laugh in their lies. [Verse] They put a madman up on the stage, To gut the science, to stoke the rage. Close your eyes, don't ask why, Let the sickness spread while the babies die. [Verse] 5,000 jobs just wiped away, Guess they weren’t worth shit in the USA. "Make it healthy"—that’s a goddamn joke, Another promise wrapped in smoke. [Bridge] [guitar solo] Oh, you thought you were safe? You thought they’d care? Nah, they’ll let you rot While they breathe clean air. [Chorus] (Fuck America!) I’m sick of this game, They’re lighting the match, they’re fanning the flame. (Fuck America!) They don’t hear our cries, Just watch us burn while they laugh in their lies. [Verse] They print their names in history books, While we bleed out, yeah, they don’t look. The flag’s just fabric, the pledge is dead, And we’re all just pawns till the whole thing’s red. [Outro] [guitar feedback & distortion] No more talking, no more trust, This machine runs on blood and rust. So let it break, let it fall, I don’t give a fuck at all. [End]