Soulsick - Slow Kids At Play

Your bags are all packed,

And you’re not looking back,

'Cause you’re out to find your soul,

And that’s your only goal,

No desert or plain,

No skies who look the same,

You burden your disguise on your quest to become wise,

Whoa, oh we’re soulsick,

We can’t seem to shake it,

Whoa, oh let’s have it,

I can’t seem to break it,

Someone save our ship,

I’m sick and tired of this trip,

You intoxicate my mind,

'Cause you’re so divine,

Seems you can’t breathe,

But you know you can’t leave,

Your loved ones and they’re just fighting for air,

Whoa, oh we’re soulsick,

We can’t seem to shake it,

Whoa, oh let’s have it,

I can’t seem to break it, yeah,

If you’ve got a soul to move,

Then I want to see you groove,

Use your feet and stomp the ground,

Let me see you twist and turn around,

Each other’s all we’ve got,

In this war that’s being fought,

It’s our poetry and our cries,

Won’t stop them in their lies,

I spend all day with poetry,

But it took all night to write this,

And these reggae beats I’m hearing

Give my words, them all them high hits

So now that we’re back from the place that we hid,

I put my shoes and 'pack right on and cross the street just like a slow kid,

Every single fucking day disconnected from the router,

But when they bark at me, well then I bark back louder,

We’re sick of the intolerance, let freedom commence,

I said, «Off with refirmament and down with establishment!»

Whoa, oh we’re soulsick,

We can’t seem to shake it,

Whoa, oh let’s have it,

I can’t seem to break it,

Whoa, oh we’re soulsick,

We can’t seem to shake it,

Whoa, oh let’s have it,

I can’t escape it!

Whoa (till end)