I curse to hell the magistrate who granted this unholy fate. But I know, I know I asked for this myself I'm bound by law to hell. And its Sick! Sick! Sick!. Humans have their needs, living in a
. That I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy. Easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism. Yeah, we're united under our indifference. And I'm
Sick boy, in his faded blue jeans. Sick boy, black leather jacket scene. Sick boy, he's always in trouble. With the law don't you know Sick boy, he carries a switch blade knife. Sick boy, likes