- cifra
Go!
Sick, am I sick?
And for these last five years I've been stuck up in here
Its a mess
Raining dreams
Into society, injected in your veins
Give me hand grenades, give me razor blades
Give me anything to make the pain go away
Cause these pills don't work
Sometimes they make it worse
And now I'm slowly going down the fucking drain
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I'll sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
I, I don't mind
These side affects of this so called life
Now I bide, bide my time
To infect this world with
With my fucking mind
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I'll sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
(Alone!)
Now I'm sick in the head
In the head motherfucker
Like the living dead
Living dead motherfucker
Now I'm sick in the head
In the head motherfucker
Like the living dead
Living dead motherfucker
Alone!
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I'll sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
(Alone!)
The lights are on
But there's no one home
And I'll sit here in my dark place alone
Dark place alone
Oh, no!
