Lyrics Sick of It All

Sick of It All

Falter

Always looking,

Always waiting anticipating

Fickle and jaded sometimes

Sloppy working the body

The pressure is in my head

I won't falter

The hell with meeting expectations

Proudly displaying imperfections

Sometimes sloppy

Working the body

The pressure is in my head

I won't falter

It won't be the end of me 'cause

I won't let it get to me!

It won't be the end of me 'cause

I won't let it get to me!

It won't be the end of me 'cause

I won't let it get to me!

It won't be the end of me 'cause

I won't let it get to me!