I feel worse as my hands are nailed to the cross I feel worse as my forehead is scarred with thorns I feel sick as my will gets very weak I feel sick as my mind plays dirty tricks on me
Driving driving me insane In the chambers of pain Schizophrenia arrives I see demons everywhere I stuck in despair And no one hear my cries
I feel fine as I’ve got a sin on my mind. I feel fine as I wish’em well as they die I feel hot as I watch the torment of god I feel hot as I ride down the left hand road
I feel worse as insomnia gets close I feel worse as my vicious heart glows I feel worse as I’m fucked on the cross I feel worse, I feel worse