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Sickness
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Volume One
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“Sickness”
It's a disease, a fucking sickness
Not even on your knees will I grant you forgiveness
Died before I was even born,
Everything comes at a price
So tonight I will be your Anti-Christ
Tired of a life I never wanted
Can't sleep because I'm always haunted
A nightmare of the past, were I'm always sad
of a youth I never even had
It's a sickness, A fucking disease
I'm already dead, nailed to your cross
It's a war I already Lost
We are all born just to die
given a hope; that is nothing more than a lie
of a God that doesn't exist
or at least one that doesn't persist
in the end were just a number on death's little list
