Pace That Kills Paroles

All fed up with hearing what's to do
We've heard it all before and so have you
Got it up to here with it, of running down the
drain because of you

Oh lord have mercy on this poor boy's soul
Don't make him suffer anymore
Your senses drowned in forbidden pleasure
Won't stop living in a pace that kills
A pace that kills, yeah

Sick and tired of hearing your complaints
Living life as death with love in vain
Now the time has come to end your way
of life that always been condemed

Oh lord have mercy on this poor boy's soul
Don't make him suffer anymore
Your senses drowned in forbidden pleasure
Won't stop living in a pace that kills Sick and tired of all your lies
of living in a pace that kills
Sick and tired of all your lies
of living in a pace that kills
Sick and tired, sick and tired, sick and tired