Sickness
there's a sickness inside of me...crawling around...
waiting to be set free...
waiting for new victims to be found...
there's a sickness here...
clutching at my heart...
it does rend and tear...
shredding it apart...
there's a sickness beneath my skin...
making me ill...
revealing my sin...
destroying my will...
there's a sickness today...
that I can't cure...
not knowing what to say...
to that woman most pure...
there's a sickness overwhelming...
my body and soul...
washing over me, ever tantalizing...
in the way it ravages me whole...
there's a sickness in me...
every day my life begins to die...
can't you see...
I'm waiting for that angel from on high...
illness...
inside of me...
sickness...
killing me...
sickness
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