SICK
STABBED, TORTURED AND SACRIFICED
TOUCH MY HEART IT’S COLD AS ICE
CHORUS
I’M SICK SICK- LOST MY BRAIN
I’M SICK SICK- SO DERRANGED
I’M SICK SICK- I’M INSANE
I’M SICK SICK- THAT’S MY WAY, I’M SICK
LOOK IN MY EYES YOU’LL SEE A
SURPRISE, CONTEMPT AND PURE HATRED FOR YOU. LIVING MY DREAMS REALITY SEEMS TO
BE LOST IN THE THINGS THAT I DO. TWISTED WITH PAIN A LIFE SO INSANE MY PLEASURE
THE SQUEEZE OF A GUN.
NEEDING THE SCREAMS, MORE BLOODY THE SCENE- A KNIFE WOULD BE TEN
TIMES AS FUN
CHORUS
SAW THE GOODYEAR BLIMP FLYING OVERHEAD AND I THOUGHT OF THE
HINDENBURGH, THOUGHT OF THE DEAD
AND I WISH IT WOULD EXPLODE IN FRONT OF ME, ‘CAUSE THAT’S THE KINDA
THING THAT I LIKE TO SEE