Sick Of It All

Morraly confused 'cause i'm faced with the scum
the scum that keeps my emotions numb
fight with the images, i fight with my thoughts
suppress all the violence & keep backing off
Am i still good if i want to see it
am i still sane if i want to feel it
The love in my heart ain't the answer to it
blood on my hands and morraly confused
I feel the pain that i inflict
there's a lot of baggage that keeps building up