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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 Letras de cancionesToo 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 From Letras Mania