Sick के बोल

Don't think I'm here just for it You know I want your disease You think I'm here just for it That's what you said to me Lack of substance Loss of pride Enough of suffering Leaving me behind I miss my childhood Can't taste sweet life The harder I try now The more I feel alive My wisdom deepens as I go on But black with white Is like a waiting gun I miss my childhood Can't taste sweet life The harder I try now the more I feel alive