Sickness (Letra)
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I'm cutting away my skin
I'm 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

(Sickness!)

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 nothing to say
'Cause you don't know
What's left in me
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