thousand eyes, a fly
lucky then i'd be
in one day deceased
sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
i can feel the wheel, but i can't steer
when my thoughts become my biggest fear
ah, what's the difference, i'll die
in this sick world of mine
what the hell am i
leper from inside
inside wall of peace
dirty and diseased
sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
i can see the end is getting near
i won't rest until my head is clear
ah, what's the difference, i'll die
in this sick world of mine
(yeah, though i walked through tthe valley of rape
an despair
with head high an eyes alert
i tread on plane of many
we who are of good nature and intention,
but cannot touch on the dark
recesses of memory
and pain learned, so come walk
with me, feel the pain,
and release it)
can you see the end?
choke on me my friend
must to drown these thoughts
purity over rot
what the hell am i worn eroded pride
saddened 10 miles wide
i'm gonna let it slide
sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
i can feel the wheel but i can't steer
when my thoughts become my biggest fear
ah, what's the difference i'll die
in this sickworld of mine
ahh, etc., etc
