I'm sick of all your talking
got sick from all you people
can't think with all the mumbling
can't think to stop the seeder
i'm sick of all your nonsense
got sick from all your troubles
cause nothing's gonna fix it
my life is in the rumbles
the garden flowers are dead
this nightmares living in your head
when all is done and said
i'm last in line
to die again
again
i'm tired of trying to be right
so tired of staying up all night
cause there's a monster
that's awaking
this death encounter's for the taking
i'm sick of all you nonsense
got sick from all your troubles
cause nothing's gonna fix it
your life is in the rumbles...
the garden flowers are dead
this nightmares living in your head
when all is done and said
i'm last in line
to die again
again
