Sicko Mode (Piano Acoustic) - Tyler Ward, Kina Grannis & Lindsey Stirling

Sacred Holy To put it in words, to write it down That is walking on hallowed ground But it's my duty I'm a missionary So here is my confession It's an obsession I'm a firm believer And a warm reciever And I've made my decision This is religion There's no doubt I'm one of the devout Trying to sell the story Of love's eternal glory Sacred Holy To put it in words, to write it down That is walking on hallowed ground But it's my duty I'm a missionary Spreading the news around the world Taking the word to boys and girls I'm a firm believer And a warm reciever And I will go down on my knees When I see beauty There's no doubt I'm one of the devout Trying to sell the story Of love's eternal glory Sacred Holy To put it in words, to write it down That is walking on hallowed ground But it's my duty I'm a missionary Sacred Holy Sacred Holy Sacred (to put it in words, to write it down) Holy (that is walking on hallowed ground) Sacred (to put it in words, to write it down) Holy (that is walking on hallowed ground) Sacred (to put it in words, to write it down) Holy (that is walking on hallowed ground) Sacred (to put it in words, to write it down) Holy (that is walking on hallowed ground) Sacred (to put it in words, to write it down) Holy (that is walking on hallowed ground) Sacred (to put it in words, to write it down)

Hey Well, there ain't no changin' how it all wound up She took off flyin' in a cloud of dust Now, I ain't sayin' that it don't hurt But I got a ninety-proof way to make it work Drinkin' every single drink Seven nights a week All over this town Doin' that thing I do Runnin' from the truth And burnin' it down in Party mode, party mode, party mode That's how it goes, how it goes, how it goes Neon lights, honky-tonks 'til they close Party mode, party mode, party mode Hey Well, I sure do miss her and what we had But there ain't no future in lookin' back So I keep on rollin' and movin' on I hope she comes back, but if she don't, I'll be Drinkin' every single drink Seven nights a week All over this town Doin' that thing I do Runnin' from the truth Bartender, one more round Party mode, party mode, party mode That's how it goes, how it goes, how it goes Neon lights, honky-tonks 'til they close Party mode, party mode, party mode Oh, I'll be drinkin' every single drink Seven nights a week At every bar in this town Doin' that thing I do Runnin' from the truth And burnin' it down in Party mode, party mode, party mode That's how it goes, how it goes, how it goes Neon lights, honky-tonks 'til they close Party mode, party mode, party mode Oh, party mode Yeah, that's how it goes Them neon lights and them honky-tonks Party mode Yeah, yeah, yeah That's how it goes, man Them neon lights and them honky-tonks Yeah

Oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Finally got my head right, it's a new me It's like I got heaven in my sights now, beauty I see When it seems it's all too much And your soul, it can't be rushed, no, no (yeah, yo) When the going's gettin' tough And you know you can't give up, no way (yeah, ooh-whoa) And I'm in a new mode (been searchin' for so long now lately) Another level (I found some peace within) And I'm in a new mode (I pray for so, so long now lately) Another level (oh, let's begin) Ain't the same as when you met me I looked inside, I never let me down Ain't the same as when you left me Things have changed, you won't forget me now Ain't the same as when you met me I looked inside, I never let me down Ain't the same as when you left me Things have changed, you won't forget me now These thoughts, they take me over (yeah, they do, they do) I sit with thoughts so sober (I do) Just another night alone, I decide (I decide) Finally acceptin' me, lovin' who I am inside And I'm in a new mode (been searchin' for so long lately) Another level (I found some peace within) And I'm in a new mode (and I pray for so, so long now lately) Another level (new day begins) Ain't the same as when you met me I looked inside, I never let me down Ain't the same as when you left me Things have changed, you won't forget me now Ain't the same as when you met me I looked inside, I never let me down Ain't the same as when you left me Things have changed, you won't forget me now I'ma be alright, hmm I'ma be alright, hmm I'ma be alright, hmm I'ma be alright, hmm So much more than you know

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour