Sick Lyrics
| Band | |
|---|---|
| Album | The Blessed Graves(2015) |
| Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
| Labels | Melting Pot Productions |
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8. Sick (4:42)
Banging my head on this asylum wall
Dementia is my reality of mind
May I pass through the walls of death quick
Darkened delusions
I am so sick
Slowly I peel my skin back
Piece by piece
Hypnotized
I stare at a mocking face
It is myself
And something else in its place
Until it takes over
And myself is erased
Auditory hallucinations
Whispering from nowhere
The cold embrace of the darkened void
Schizophrenic and paranoid
I am sick
Sick
Sick in the head
This psychotic episode
Mindless, nomadic wandering
Lost in the madness within
Banging my head on this asylum wall
Dementia is my reality of mind
May I pass through the walls of death quick
Darkened delusions
I am so sick
Slowly I peel my skin back
Piece by piece
Hypnotized
I stare at a mocking face
It is myself
And something else in its place
Until it takes over
And myself is erased
Auditory hallucinations
Whispering from nowhere
The cold embrace of the darkened void
Schizophrenic and paranoid
I am sick
Sick
Sick in the head
This mental parishment
This void of mortality
Echoing the madness within
Dementia is my reality of mind
May I pass through the walls of death quick
Darkened delusions
I am so sick
Slowly I peel my skin back
Piece by piece
Hypnotized
I stare at a mocking face
It is myself
And something else in its place
Until it takes over
And myself is erased
Auditory hallucinations
Whispering from nowhere
The cold embrace of the darkened void
Schizophrenic and paranoid
I am sick
Sick
Sick in the head
This psychotic episode
Mindless, nomadic wandering
Lost in the madness within
Banging my head on this asylum wall
Dementia is my reality of mind
May I pass through the walls of death quick
Darkened delusions
I am so sick
Slowly I peel my skin back
Piece by piece
Hypnotized
I stare at a mocking face
It is myself
And something else in its place
Until it takes over
And myself is erased
Auditory hallucinations
Whispering from nowhere
The cold embrace of the darkened void
Schizophrenic and paranoid
I am sick
Sick
Sick in the head
This mental parishment
This void of mortality
Echoing the madness within
The Blessed Graves - Lyrics
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The Blessed Graves - Album Credits
Members
- Jeffrey Ke : Vocals, Guitars
- Harry Rocco : Drums
- Richard Nash : Bass
