The Classic Crime
"Medisin"


What great risk to truly live
We could die alone
Our self-proclaimed meaning of bliss
Is getting what we're owed.
It's always getting what we're owed

I am like a machine,
All that I really need is medicine
And then I'll fall fast asleep
In my dreamlike state, I'll pretend I'm unscathed
But when I wake up, my resilience fades
When I wake up, my resilience fades

How long, how long?
How long, long...

I know there's more to life than slavery
I'm tired of dying
I know there's more to life than drinking this soul-sick medicine

Oh no, no I'll never listen to what I'm told
At twenty-four, you'd think I'd hold my speech
Instead, I'll mix you a cocktail,
Some truth and some slander
And never practice what I preach
I never practice what I preach

How long, how long?
How long, long...

I know there's more to life than slavery
I'm tired of dying
I know there's more to life than drinking this soul-sick medicine

I know there's more to life than slavery
I'm tired of dying
I know there's more to life than drinking this soul-sick medicine

I know there's more to life
I know there's more to life
I know there's more,
I know there's more to life than drinking
This soul-sick medicine!