February 4, 2011 by Abode Camp in Sick Of It All

Guilty


I watch as innocence is slaughtered
can’t stop the ringing in my head
you can’t see what i see, you can’t feel what i feel
Guilty – the time will surely come
guilty – when i pay a heavy price – guilty
I search for love but find opression
can’t stop the ringing in my head
you can’t see what i see, you can’t feel what i feel
just when i’ve fought out of the corner
I find my back against the wall
my rules are far too hard to live by, they beat me down from inside
Guilty – my standards are pathetic
guilty – i fail myself again






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