Sick Man Testo

Sick man, Sick Man, Sick Man...
Sick Man, Sick Man, Sick Man...
Sick man, Sick Man, Sick Man...
Sick Man, Sick Man, Sick Man...
Sick Man, Sick Man, Sick Man...
Sick Man, Sick Man...

Cover my eyes in a cloak of night
'Til the darkness and shadows consume everything in sight
Mute my voice, from the screams of pain In blood curdling terror, 'til my words fade away
Bond my wrist, with a spool of twine
Collect me, and keep me safe and confined
Cover my head, with a burlap sack
I can hear where I'm going, but never find my way back
Dig me a hole, with the shovel of death
And kick me down deep, and take my last breath
Dead or unconscious, assuming I passed
Or waiting to separate from my spirit, and cross paths
Leave me to decompose, my body putrefies
My corpse becomes skeletal, insects and flies
Feeding on me, and eating my body
They thinkin' that I'm still missing, but the Sick Man got me

He's got his eye on you
Sick Man
Too late to change his mind
Sick Man
He's in love with your death
Sick Man An' wants for you to die
Sick Man
You're never safe 'cause he's out there
Sick Man
Now you're the victim in his game
There are no rules, he don't play fair
Sick Man
He's, oh so, cruel and insane

Eh, man, I'm tied up
Dried blood covers my eyes
What have I got myself into tonight?
I'm alone in a room, and I'm feeling like I might'a
Just become somebody's victim, the lights
Keep flickin' off an' on, and I'm trippin'
I can't believe I got myself in this position
Somebody's coming, I can hear 'em unlocking the dead bolt
It must be dawn, and I've been climbin', the threshold is knockin' the floor
An' I can hear him getting closer, an' I try to ignore
The best hope, it's a joke
And I don't think that it is, though
It's been about a week, that I've been down here in limbo
And every time I speak, I get stabbed with utensils
So I do my best to keep my motherfuckin' lips closed
All along, I've been caught by a schizo
It so out of the ordinary to live, though

He's got his eye on you
Sick Man
Too late to change his mind
Sick Man
He's in love with your death
Sick Man
An' wants for you to die
Sick Man
You're never safe, 'cause he's out there
Sick Man
Now you're the victim, in his game
There are no rules, he don't play fair
Sick Man
He's, oh, so, cruel and insane

Put the lotion on my skin, do it when I'm told
Been locked inside the hole so long, my beard's full grown
Mental pain, and chains that restrain, and maintain
Make it 'cause real change in the brain, it's insane
How I pray every day to be free, and never be
I can see myself giving up, in his reality
Will it ever end?
Will I see my family and friends?
God, take me out the clutches, of the one they call the Sick Man
Others he has captured, not too long after, are dead
If they can comprehend the fact that he is master
Keeps the head, as trophies, cooks the rest, neck to toe
Feeds it to me every night, nuttin' left but bones
He bathes in the blood of the dead, when he is well fed
He has conversations with the voices, in his head
I pray for my death, hope it's quick an' painless
Only then, would I be free, as one of the nameless

He's got his eye on you
Sick Man
Too late to change his mind
Sick Man
He's in love with your death
Sick Man
An' wants for you to die
Sick Man
You're never safe, 'cause he's out there
Sick Man
Now you're the victim, in his game
There are no rules, he don't play fair
Sick Man
He's, oh, so, cruel and insane