| Lyrics: | Sweating, freezing, itching, bleeding, selfstyled, poison, a lethal meeting, face down, helpless in
48 hours.
Sickness
Pulling your hair out, your legs kicking straight out, this is the
closest to death you will be.
Sickness
Revolting, distorting, and changing for worsend, no
one will reckognize exactly what's wrong. You are denying and lying; no truth-pull up- you've lost
you're old friends they'll never return again, even when your senses return, again
sickness,
self desired, self assured, with staff infection.
Nauseous and bloated, your best behind you
now, irritate, ampute, four burning lines, a blood coated ending to your lifes
story
sickness
Paranoia, schitzophrenia, resembling a picture of disabled fear the future
is pestilence under your skin
sickness
As gravity pulls you down and then under, the pain,
it increases with every step you're begging for the ending, the dragon is sending you messages from
the grim reapers plans.
sweating, freezing, itching till bleeding, self styled poison a lethal
meeting, face down and helpless, terror engulfs us, the sickness that saves us is killing us now. |
