Sick

I'm sick of you ripping each other apart
Ripping the other to nothing
Words all to easy and clear
That rolls away
Like the beauty and blades that use to be whole

I'm sick of watching this blame pass
From these bloody hand to veins
And leave the will to resolve
Just blame
What we believe should be destroyed
This pledge of war and personal gain

If I'm the next to burn
I don't give a shit
Light that mother fucking fire in my eyes
So it will consume all your fears and faults
With purpose they'll leave with my exile
So then you can stop searching
For your god damn resolution
I'm sick of everything
I'm just sick