Woorden: The Classic Crime. Medisin.

What great risk to truly live? We could die alone
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 medisin
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 medisin

Oh no, no, I'll never listen to 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 medisin

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 medisin

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 medisin