Lyrics The Classic Crime

The Classic Crime

Medisin

What great risk to truly live

We could die alone.

Our self-proclaimed meaning of bliss

Is getting what we're owed.

It's always getting what we're owed.

I am like a machine,

All that I really need is medicine

And then I'll fall fast asleep

In my dreamlike state, I'll pretend I'm unscathed

But when I wake up, my resilience fades

When I wake up, my resilience fades.

How long, how long?

How long, long...

I know there's more to life than slavery

I'm tired of dying

I know there's more to life than drinking this soul

sick medicine

Oh no, no I'll never listen or do what I'm told

At twenty-four, you'd think I'd hold my speech

Instead, I'll mix you a cocktail,

Some truth and some slander

And never practice what I preach

I never practice what I preach.

How long, how long?

How long, long...

I know there's more to life than slavery

I'm tired of dying.

I know there's more to life than drinking this soul

sick medicine

I know there's more to life than slavery

I'm tired of dying.

I know there's more to life than drinking this soul

sick medicine

I know there's more to life

I know there's more to life

I know there's more,

I know there's more to life than drinking

This soul sick medicine!