Nine to five
He grinds it up everyday
Stays alive
Fucking hates it
But does it anyway

Sick soul
How do you heal a soul?

He waits for the clouds to pass
But the sun never shines through
He lives in the shade of his past
And the future looks just as bleak too
He looks for joy in the bottom of a glass
Momentarily finds it, then feels like a fool
Thinks of the immense fortune he amassed
Yet just like the sky his life's colored blue

He's got a sickness but it isn't real
And a sick soul that can't be healed
And throughout all the noise
He struggles to find some joys
His daughter, his wife
His mother, his life
But he's got a sickness that isn't real
He's got a sick soul that'll never heal

Stuck in eternal mourning
He still gets up in the morning
But his energy's drained...
Drained dry...
Pushing through all of the rain

Sick soul
How do you heal a soul?

Clip the wings of an angel
Suddenly he can no longer fly
He stays imprisoned inside
Held by a bed in which he lies
Waiting
Just waiting
Waiting for God to come and say hi
Waiting for his time to come
Waiting for his time to die

He calls work, calls in sick
As his bed pulls him back in
He fucking hates this damn grip
But what's the point of resistin' ?

He's got a sickness but it isn't real
And a sick soul that can't be healed
And throughout all the noise
He struggles to find some joys
His daughter, his wife
His mother, his life
But he's got a sickness that isn't real
He's got a sick soul that'll never heal

Sick soul
How do you heal a soul?