Tuesday, August 17, 2010

860 : 8/17/00 : Sickness

When we’re sick of the sickness
the sickness shall cease
and finally pick up the final piece
a relic of days long past gone by
the sickness in my hand, my eye
and though they offend me
in their sick way
confess I couldn’t pluck them out
cast them away
they say I’m not fit
for the Kingdom to come
and they may be right
I’m no sicker than some
who say that they’re already
riding the rail
that will take them straight through
this illusion this veil
I’m not sick of my sickness
I’m getting there quick
but I live in today
and today I’m still sick

You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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