Sick of You

Blood seizes every evening
It’s dripping from my eyes.
Sometimes I feel my face,
It drifts away and dies...

Stings take my pain away,
My heart feels so insane,
Fear fills my thoughts no more,
Death’s pretty as You cry.

And I'm sick of this world,
Getting down, try to crawl,
Wish You'd die for us all,
As my lunacy will never fall...

Now You call me a whore,
Look at me - am I bored?
You will die as I call,
So I'm digging this grave for You.

Now I'm not afraid to fall
As my curse will live along,
With the lies among this place
Shall my candles burn your face?

Lying with a bleeding chest,
Begging not to be undressed
Now there's no more hate here left,
You are dead and pain was theft.