what the hell am i?

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