Trenches - Sick Of It All

Back down once again, back down into the trench

Is that it to this life

Thoughts of another day, the thought of better days

Is what will keep us alive

Another day, another damn week

Just passing the time

Ignoring all the dullness at it’s peak

As I watch the paint dry

How can we justify and say that we’re alive

When we can barely survive

How long 'till we see that our humanity

Is slowly rotting away

Waiting, waiting, waiting, burning my time

As it sucks dry my life

Waiting for the break that never fucking comes

The fruitless hope, still alive