Channeling this aggression confused how will it manifest Keeping the sanity without just keeping it all repressed Return to reality avoiding the treachery Return to reality
Return to reality Avoiding the treachery Return to reality Witness against the fools of the world playing a game so cruel how long before the lesson
Vertimas: Sick Of It All. Grįžti į Reality.
'm in a----.......uhhhh....i can't escape it, It's like..uggghh....goddamit--i hate it! So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine, The wine, it
love Only when she was sick Everybody took care of her And now she's thirty It's still deep in her mind It returns again - n - again And it repeats
never learn Just give it up and come back to reality Your dreams are none of my concern I'm getting sick and tired Giving everything I've got I get nothing in return
plight It's media handle is terrorism, it's the same old ideological fight The debates will rage on, are we handling this thing right? Can't turn away reality
mind from afar, it floats weak, sick in a jar The pain, the strength, to fight This lesson of deviate kind Drugs, with time are weak, my mind returns
gonna bring it to your ass Therefore all you clicks and you clans And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click And we gonna bring it to your ass Therefore all
brought unto mankind Self-destruction is at hand Reaching the point of the return the battles we fight are glowing Now the reality of our planet burning
all that's left of men's supremacy [Chorus] Eyes behold; one of these days all my dreams'll enfold Lies scream; It's over...over... In return; for 'all
his head black All those he drove his next destination of home Suddenly sniped from civilization Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts Flashin back to where it all
21 years of pure bullshit It makes me wanna bang my head on the walls And do some shit like all straight swarms in the malls Mentality, it's not where it
Fucked up, and held in screaming silence Another police force investigation Blatant lies, false fucked suggestions Is it all down to communications? Or does the grass need cutting? Has it
a bunch of sick fucks We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it Go all out, push it to the limit [Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta] Push it to
our eyes from the reality Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm sick of living this way Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah But I know it's gonna change No matter if it's
