The Sick of the Ages Lyrics


What run is not the sweat

Your reward is illusory

An offering (An offering)

What is seen in red?

Egocentrism

Nothing of you is left behind

Is there some useful essence

Is there something useful in your mind?

Flowing in your cold blood

In your last heartbeat

From your feelings

Just a self-flagellation

Is there something useful in your mind?

Flowing in your cold blood

Killing and suffering needlessly 2x

That disease is spreading

The one for whom you fight

The one for whom you suffer

The one for whom you kill

For all the ages

What run is not the sweat

Your reward is illusory

An offering (An offering)

What is seen in red?

Egocentrism

Judging your reflection

That calls out for justice

Is there something useful in your mind?

Flowing in your cold blood

That is gone, dissipated

Trails of death left by your shadow

Is there something useful in your mind?

Flowing in your cold blood

Killing and suffering needlessly 2x

That disease is spreading

The one for whom you fight

The one for whom you suffer

The one for whom you kill

For all the ages

For him to be fed

The one for whom you fight

For him to be fed

The one for whom you kill

Dominated by the ego

Obstinate to do what is right

A hate disguised of love

Underestimating and feeding it

For all the ages...