Sickman
Thousand eyes, a fly
Lucky then I'd be
In one day deceased
Sickman, sickman, sickman
I can feel the wheel, but I can't steer
When my thoughts become my biggest fear
Ah, what's the difference, I'll die
In this sick world of mine
What the hell am I?
Leper from inside
Inside wall of peace
Dirty and diseased
Sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
I can see the end is getting near
I won't rest until my head is clear
Ah, what's the difference, I'll die
In this sick world of mine
Yeah, though I walk through the valley of rape and despair
Can you see the end?
Choke on me my friend
Must to drown these thoughts
Purity over rot
Ah, ah, ah
What the hell am I?
Worn eroded pride
Saddened ten miles wide
I'm gonna let it slide
Sickman, Sickman, sickman, sickman
I can feel the wheel but I can't steer
When my thoughts become my biggest fear
Ah, what's the difference I'll die
Oh, in this sick world of mine
Ah, ah, ah
Autor(es): Jerry Cantrell / Layne Staley