S.O.T.S. by D.O.G. (Metal) Lyrics

Sick of this shit
I'm boiling red
So fuckin over this
Yeah I am
Sick of this shit
I’m fuckin spent
Don't got a fuckin dime left
Leavin me empty, that's it

Hating
Waiting
For the relief I won’t get
Knowing
It's showing
But I can't help that I'm sick
Taking
Breaking
Every limb you can grab
No more
Hoping
Just know I'm
Sick of this shit
I'm boiling red
So fuckin over this
Yeah I am
Sick of this shit
Time fuckin spent
Don't got no fuckin time left
Leavin me empty, that's it

Hating
Waiting
For the relief I won’t get
Knowing
It’s showing
But I can't help that I’m sick
Taking
Breaking
Every limb you can grab
No more
Hoping
Just know I feel so

Sick

What can you say for yourself?
Content with the mass of life that's lost
Headlines to ensurе you write them off
Forget еvery breath they never took
Headlines to ensure you write them off
And what for?
What is the point, what for?
It makes me
Sick

It makes me
Sick
Of
The
Shit
Sick
Of
This
Shit