Reach - Playing the Martyr

All the choices
All the chances
All the choices
All the chances
Waiting for us to reach, grab and make it our own

I want to reach another chance
Chance hanging high above, to enhance

You may not see it and I don't care
Too bad for you, you fucking fool, be aware

Can't you see?
There is no silver platter
Can't you see?
Easy come, easy go

Waiting for us to reach, grab and make it our own

Everything we fight for
All the things we deserve
Can't be compared with all that the tide has brought
Easy come, easy go
Watch it flow

Go and make it your own
Know that some are born with a throne
They have so much to show
It's all just a dumb show

SICK OF IT ALL
SICK OF THEM ALL

Sick of complaining and whining
Sick of bored with a throne
Sick of excuses and lies
Sick of all who play the martyr

Written by:
Jan Jurkovič

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