Woorden: Dope. No Regrets. 6-6-sick.

Fuck it!
I'm fucked in the head
Form the dirt you fed
Now I'm back from the dead
Don't try to reason with me
You'll get nowhere fast and your gonna be sorry

FUCK YOU!
Cause I'm a fuckin' slave
Back from the grave
And I can't be saved

So far-so gone-so what

The demons got a hold of me
There ain't no cure for my disease
I'm 6-6-SICK

I'm bleeding from internally
And burning in eternity
I'm 6-6-SICK


Fuck it!
I tear apart the blame
I'll infect your brain
I wanna spread the pain
Don't try to run from me
You'll get nowhere fast and it's gonna get ugly
FUCK YOU!
I wanna eat your soul
I'm gonna take control
And I won't let go

So far-so gone-so what

The demons got a hold of me
There aint no cure for my disease
I'n 6-6-SICK
I'm bleeding from internally
And burning in eternity
I'm 6-6-SICK