Strike Back - Fiddler's Green

I’m sick of the way it all goes

Of the way that no one knows about nobody else

I’m sick, completely fucked in my head

Completely sucked out, dry, half dead inside, we’ll never see

We must get this right

We must stand and fight

Strike back, don’t let them get to you

Strike back, don’t let them scream at you

Strike back and don’t get caught up by the masses

Strike back, before you hit the ground

Strike back, before you’re sick and down

Strike back

I’m sick of other people’s faces

Of their marks and traces and of all they leave behind

I’m sick and I’m screaming out loud

That there must be a way out, cause it can’t go on like this

You must get this right

Be the thorn inside