Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sick Man , by - Twiztid. Song from the album A New Nightmare, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.06.2018
Record label: Majik Ninja Entertainment
Song language: English
Sick Man |
| Cover my eyes with the cloak of night |
| Till the darkness and shadows consume everything in sight |
| Mute my voice from the screams of pain |
| In blood curdling terror till my words fade away |
| Bond my wrist with a spool of twine |
| Collect me and keep me safe and confined |
| Cover my head with a burlap sack |
| I can hear where I’m going but never find my way back |
| Dig me a hole with the shovel of death |
| And kick me done deep and take my last breath |
| Dead or unconscious assuming I passed |
| Awaiting to separate from my spirit and cross paths |
| Leave me to decompose my body petrifies |
| My corpse becomes skeletal insects and flies |
| Feeding on me and eating my body |
| And they think I’m still missing but the sick man got me |
| Hes got his eye on you. |
| Sick man |
| He’s in love with your death |
| Sick man |
| Your never safe cause hes out there |
| Sick man |
| Now your the victim in his gaze |
| There are no rules we don’t play fair |
| Sick man |
| I’m tied up |
| Dried blood covers my eyes |
| What have I got myself into tonight |
| I’m alone in a room and I’m feeling like I might |
| Just become somebody’s victim the lights |
| Keep flickering off an on and I’m trippin |
| I can’t believe I got myself in this position |
| Somebody’s coming I can hear them unlocking the dead bolt |
| It must be dawn and I all I can hear the threshold |
| Is knocking the floor and I can hear him getting closer |
| And I’m trying to ignore |
| The best hope is a joke |
| And I don’t think that it is though |
| It’s been about a week I’ve been down here In limbo |
| And every time I speak I get stabbed with utensils |
| So I do my best to keep my motherfucking lips closed |
| All along I’ve been caught by a skitzo |
| It so out of the ordinary to live though |
| Put the lotion on my skin do it when I’m told |
| Been locked inside the hole so long my beards full grown |
| Mental pain and chains that restrain and maintain |
| Make it cause real change in the brain it’s insane |
| How I pray every day to be free and never be |
| I can see myself giving up in his reality |
| Will it ever end? |
| Will I see my family and friends? |
| God take me out the clutches the one they call the sick man |
| Others he has captured not to long after their dead |
| If they could comprehend that he is master |
| Keeps the head as trophies cooks the rest neck to toe |
| Feeds it to me every night nothing left but bones |
| He bathes in the blood of the dead when he is well fed |
| He has conversations with the voices in his head. |
| I pray for my death hope it’s quick an painless |
| Only then would I be free as one of the nameless |