SICK prod. FIEND
I'm f**in sick x8
I'm f**ing sick of this sh**
Livin every day
Put a bullet in my head splatter my brains
Suicide tides f**ing rip through my head yellin at me to put my life to an end
I'm f**in sick x16 or some sh**
"It's like you can't have one or the other ya know? like the equal parts god and the devil, a cloak of shame covers this man and only supreme light will wash my body clean but how can that light possibly reach me? with the thick clouds of indecency that surrounds my poor soul?"