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Sickness (Concert Version)

Why i don't see the sun, where it used to?
Why the price of my life is so high?
Why i can't finally find the answers,
For all what's happenin' around?

I wake up screamin' every night
Cold sweat flows down between my eyes
They think our heads in their heads
But violent use brings violent plans

Sick of politicans, sick of politics
Sick of the artists and sick of the critics
Of body, of muscle, of skelleton, brain
I lie and i swear - never again

Suuuuuure, i have enough stuff to
To brin' this shit of me x2
Suuuuuure, i love eat lie then too
Then sittin' near WC x2

AAAAAAh
Streets are flooded with their tears
But i'm human - it's my ideas
What i got you need no more
I'm deeper in shit OH OH OH

Sick of politicans, sick of politics
Sick of the artists and sick of the critics
Of body, of muscle, of skelleton, brain
I lie and i swear - never again

Suuuuuure, i have enough stuff to
To brin' this shit of me x2
Suuuuuure, i love eat lie then too
Then sittin' near WC x2

You know, in god we trust
You know, we love the Crist
My blade has never spilled the blood
My servants always do it for me!

Sick of politicans, sick of politics
Sick of the artists and sick of the critics
Of body, of muscle, of skelleton, brain
I lie and i swear - never again

Sick of politicans, sick of politics
Sick of the artists and sick of the critics
Of body, of muscle, of skelleton, brain
I lie and i swear - never again

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