Turn the Course - The Sickness (feat. David Beule)

Watching the world burn
From the balcony
Million tired faces
Filled with misery
Compassion, hungry eyes
Join the revolution
Scream together
In unison
Too many cowards are ruling the world
We die while they swallow gold
Our life in stumbling hands
They erase and fight our lands
From the cradle
Into the abyss
I hate to be a part of this
I think I'm gonna choke
And I won’t die old
Cause I sold my soul
Will it rain forever?
Forever September
Will, it hurt forever?
And will I see you again?
Farewell my friend
Sitting on a throne
Made of our lost hope
Freedom, peace and wealth
Is what we preach
War and devastation
Is what we get
Observing the downfall
In its entirety
The sickness rises
Until infinity
Conviction, graving lies
Guide us to damnation
We all suffer
From depression
Too many cowards are ruling the world
We die while they swallow gold
Our life in stumbling hands
They erase and fight our lands
It makes us sick
Sitting on a throne
It makes us sick
Made of our lost hope
Sitting on a throne
Made of our lost hope
Freedom, peace and wealth
Is what we preach
War and devastation
Is what we get

Written by:
Felix Scheider

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