Sick Man

Along this way
I see you stealing everything
Selling it, and buy your coffin
In a dark room wide open your eyes
Without reason, without life
I’ve gota question, I need to ask you
I wonder why you want to keep up
This f*cking way
Don’t be afraid of living
Don’t let it knock you down
You must defeat this weakness
And forget your shame
Let’s destroythe «fear industry»
Give your life some sense
Lets just face it
Just let me hold your hand
Life and death, everybody compares’em
You are free, make your choice
You’re digging up your own f*cking grave
But your friends and parents are
Going inside it with you