Текст Sick Of It All – Mental Furlough

Sometimes I think
Why do I bother?
Why do I try so hard?
There are no thanks

The pressure builds
And overloads
My circuits are going haywire
What I need most
A mental furlough
A limbo, or I’ll blow my stack

No one makes sense and I cannot relate!

These fuckin’ people
Their fuckin’ minds
It’s like a different language
A different wavelength
Another world
I’m fucked, and I don’t belong in this mess

I don’t belong
Furlough!

It’s time to set things back to where they were before
Restore my sense of pride at my very core
Compromised, compromised
Gave it all away
Drained and exhausted
There’s nothing left to give anymore

And like a storm, it rises
This existential crisis

Shattered! I’m shattered!

Man, I’m suffering
The more it closes in
It’s forcing me to disengage
I’m shattered! So shattered!
Losing my grip, and I’m losing my way