You got a sick, a sick, sick soul You got a sick – you’re so sick, sick, sick!
Do you know what I mean when you stay in the line To pay at the cashier and someone leaves you behind There is no return, your hands start to shake Of hate your eyes burn, everyone irritates You’re quick about your car, but have to wait at the light Before you a loser simply can’t start in time You don’t sound the horn, cause you know it won’t help You just want to break, break in his head
When you fall in love you don’t know what you do You want to choke her until her face is blue When you hug her you would hug her as hard As all of her ribs would break in your arms
An unvisible force that you don’t understand You can’t resist them, it controlls your hand You’re only satisfied if you see others pain You’ve to drink some blood instead of champaigne