You want to know what grows inside my head You make incisions with a rusty can You judge me by the standards that you set A perfect world built by a hypocrite
You make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick
Everything you never see in me Pre-decided by your blinded eyes Blinkered visions from a narrow mind Fuels your anger and the wrath inside
You make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick
Sick, sick, sick, sickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
