Always falling into sickness. In this life there's no time. No time to rest. Always falling into sickness Sat inside a tiny church. Fashioned out of local birch. The priest chose psalms and let us
the same. It's all the same. I want something to do. Need to feel the sickness. In you. . I feel the reason as it's leaving me. No, not again. It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling. The flesh
Say come killer! You know it is sickness. You can't deny it sickness. Yes greed is sickness! Greed is sickness. I am not a lower form of human life. All none son nagging sense of nobodies. Deep
Say come killer! You know it is sickness! You can't deny it sockness!. Yes greed is sickness! Greed is sickness! I am not a lower form of human life!. All none son nagging sense of nobodiness
