| What the hell am I?
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| Thousand eyes, a fly
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| Lucky then I’d be In one day deceased
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| Sickman, sickman, sickman
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| I can feel the wheel, but I can’t steer
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| When my thoughts become my biggest fear
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| Ah, what’s the difference, I’ll die
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| In this sick world of mine
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| What the hell am I?
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| Leper from inside
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| Inside wall of peace
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| Dirty and diseased
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| Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
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| I can see the end is getting near
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| I won’t rest until my head is clear
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| Ah, what’s the difference, I’ll die
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| In this sick world of mine
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| Can you see the end?
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| Choke on me my friend
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| Must to drown these thoughts
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| Purity over rot
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| (spoken in backround)
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| «Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair
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| With head high and eyes alert
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| I tread on a plane of many
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| We who are of good nature and intention,
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| But cannot touch on the dark
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| Recesses of memory
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| And pain learned, so come walk
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| With me, feel the pain,
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| And release it…»
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| What the hell am I?
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| Worn eroded pride
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| Saddened 10 miles wide
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| I’m gonna let it slide
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| Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
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| I can feel the wheel, but I can’t steer
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| When my thoughts become my biggest fear
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| Ah, what’s the difference, I’ll die
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| In this sick world of mine
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| Ahh, etc., etc. |