Sickness کے بول

Cutting away the skin Washing away the blood I find the answer I find the answer Washing it all away No need to hide a thing it's over after It’s over after You're twisted Hide the knife that’s beside you What’s left in me? Well you ought to know Well you ought to know You’ve got nothing to say Cause you don’t know what’s left in me Sick of the world again Kick in the door that never seems to open It's always broken Laughing until the end I'm finding a way to kill the ever after The ever after You're twisted Hide the knife that's beside you now What’s left in me? Well you ought to know Well you ought to know You’ve got nothing to say Cause you don’t know what's left in me What’s left in me? Well you ought to know Well you ought to know Got nothin’ to say Cause you don’t know what's left in me