Scarsick Pain of Salvation

[Intro]
Sick

[Verse 1]
It's all sick, I feel sick
I'll be sick, then it's fine
I'm conform to your norm
With a bucket full of me
I'll be free, finally
I will see what you mean with your freedom
This world you call home
Not alone, happy drone
Won't be sick of these cars
All these codes, and these bars
All these sickening scars
I'll believe in the way
Of the stripes and the superstars
I will fall in line and obey
'Cause the price is so small
Almost nothing at all
If I'm just losing me
Then the ideals and truths
Will follow naturally
Happily I will settle
For your conformative apathy
If I could just get rid of this
Unsettling, uncomfortable
Unbendable bucket of insight and honesty
This sick, sick, sick bucket of reality
But you see, this sick will stick
'Cause it's me
It's me