Pace That Kills - The Quill

Sick and tired of watching your decay

You’ve had it all and now

You throw it all away

Sick and tired of all your lies that you gladly

Served me with a smile

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

A pace that kills, yeah

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 of all your lies

Of living in a pace that kills

Sick and tired, sick and tired, sick and tired