Sick Of It All

Cities of money, dried up, no longer running
palace corroded, condemned like all the
people that were captive in the trouble that
doubled the self destructive jungle
never had the chance to rise above and
see what's on the other side
what's the use to put trust in another man
what's the use to put trust in another's hand
when the trust has been erased
and the gate just slams right in your fuckin' face
Life's games - hard to play
what's given, is often just taken away
burned out of the game
we let all our evil just guide the way
Misdirected energy intimidates authority as planned