Mourning Sickness Songtext

with someone who is not
From my scene.
I don't know where it is
that
I fit in.
What do I do?
It doesnt matter what,
their gonna fuck you!

The ones you live for,
The ones you die for,
The ones you kill for,
They suffer from humanity.
The things you're put through,
What others wont do,
Don't care about you.
It matters not to whom you be.
The ones you live for,
The ones you die for,
The ones you kill for, They suffer from humanity.
The things you're put through,
What others wont do,
Don't care about you.
It matters not to whom you be.

What is this?
All of these things that,
I won't miss,
When i have left this world.
I wonder why,
That I'm still here?
I guess I won't know
until i disappear.

How did this,
all start just because,
of one kiss.
Its fucking crazy!
I can't deal,
With all this pain...
I'd rather put an end
to my senseless brain.

The ones you live for,
The ones you die for,
The ones you kill for,
They suffer from humanity.
The things you're put through,
What others wont do,
Don't care about you.
It matters not to whom you be.
The ones you live for,
The ones you die for,
The ones you kill for,
They suffer from humanity.
The things you're put through,
What others wont do,
Don't care about you.
It matters not to whom you be.

And then comes the night,
You pray for an end.
Sick of your life,
Sick of the trends.
You hate the morning light,
It wakes you from your rest.
You wish that you could sleep,
And never wake again.
And never wake again.
And never wake...

The ones you live for,
The ones you die for,
The ones you kill for,
They suffer from humanity.
The things you're put through,
What others wont do,
Don't care about you.
It matters not to whom you be.
The ones you live for,
The ones you die for,
The ones you kill for,
They suffer from humanity.
The things you're put through,
What others wont do,
Don't care about you.
It matters not to whom you be.

Who is this,
That determines
What I'm worth.
It doesn't matter,
I give in.
I tire of this daily torture,
That I suffer in.

Don't jump!
Thats what they tell you.
Please don't shoot!
Thats what they ask of you,
Don't give in!
Thats what they say.
But they rather see you dying,
anyway.

And then comes the night,
You pray for an end.
Sick of your life,
Sick of the trends.
You hate the morning light,
It wakes you from your rest.
You wish that you could sleep,
And never wake again.

Your going to pull through,
You warn the ones that care.
You hope that they will cry,
When you are not there.