Click
Click, click, it starts up again
A pulse, a needle, an impending sense of dread
Tick, tick, a nervous little twitch
Finger on the trigger, and I'm feeling pretty sick
I feel sick
Yeah, I've got the sickness
Deep within my soul
I feel sick
Yeah, I've got the sickness
I swear to you
It's out of control
Bullet in the chamber, muzzle to the brain
Finger on the plunger, needle in the vein
Emptyness and loneliness, the only fate for man
Salvation in destruction, that is the master plan
I feel sick
Yeah, I've got the sickness
Deep within my soul
I feel sick
Yeah, I've got the sickness
I swear to you
It's out of control
Life is a lie
Wake up before you die
Click
Click
Sick
Die
About Me
- DrSketch
- If you've never heard of me before, how did you find your way here? Nevermind, doesn't matter. Everyone calls me Dr Sketch, and I write poetry. Some of it's happy, some of it's sad, not all of it is good, but I try to only put up the best of it on here. I'm not very "regular" about updating, but try to get one or two updates a week done...
1 comment:
I like it Adam...... this one makes me think of Marilyn Manson, hey you could write songs for him! That was meant as a compliment by the way. ;-)
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