Underground Unleashed - The Sick Side Of Me lyrics

Nobody ever loved me not enough to save me
So now i’m crazy
No fixing it, It’s official lately

One minute I’m happy
Only grinning and picking daisies
The next minute
I’m flipping’ out and I’m killing ladies

This ain’t the kind of sickness
Any therapy could help
I’ll never be allowed to breathe
And simply be myself i’m broke and damaged
A Cretan eatin’ a bleeding MILF
She keeps screaming, I need it
I love to hear ‘em yell

So keep your distance and hold
Tight to your misses everybody hates me
Spent my whole life on the shit list
I never sleep
I spend all night in the ditches
With a pocket full of pills and
A small knife for the business

Everybody leaves me
Might as well take ‘em away
It’s fucking easy
I just beat ‘em and make ‘em decay
The wolf needs me
You need to be feeling afraid
You need to have a reason to
Plan for keeping you safe

Nothing in the air but the aroma
Take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
They see only what you show, don’t know of-
The sick side of me

Nothing in the air but the aroma
Take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
They see only what you show, don’t know of-
The sick side of me

In retrospect I don't regret the
Droves of crimson colored specs
From molding copacetic remnants cut from
Kick and screaming chests
The writhing leviathan
Hiding behind a cheery grin
Just let me in and find you never
Knew the true meaning of sin

Lowly blessings
I learned to count the small things
While I caressed your intestines and made
A fiddle from your heartstrings
Compressed your trachea and bathed in
The pain in you cackled at the gaping wounds
Where the bones protrude

This is food for Devils
And I revel in it's glory gory allegory
This is more than just a horror story
Hordes of morbid whores
Broken jaws on the floorboards
Welcome to the psychopathic mind
Of the warlords
I'll slice open your throat while
I hold your head back
Collect the blood in a goblet and
Smirk as your eyes go black
I am the harbinger of death
The arbiter of last breath
Know if you see me while you're sleeping
I am the angel of death

Nothing in the air but the aroma
Take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
They see only what you show, don’t know of-
The sick side of me

Nothing in the air but the aroma
Take it in our lungs like
"What’s the hold up?"
They see only what you show, don’t know of-
The sick side of me

It's appealing the peeling of skin
Revealing what's shielded within
With steel that I wield for the inexplicable-
Infatuation with stealing a glimpse
And feeling the mystery-
Of the human-body after days of interesting
Withering wasting away to skeletal
Test dummies on metal beds for the medical-
Examination, fueled by obsession
And fascination flesh on my glasses
Tastin' the wretched with admiration
Scientifically surgical hands on
The vertabra- when I curve it just enough to
Bend it and snap it's placement
Pieces on glass tables in darkrooms
For photographs I'm takin'
In monochromatic shades of- primarily grey
Except for the stains that bled
From the subjects I detained
That may be the only thing that's upsetting
I'm just ready to know the
Secrets of what's clenching below
I need this hands-on approach to see it

Nothing in the air but the aroma
Take it in our lungs like what’s the hold up
They see only what you show, don’t know of-
The sick side of me

Nothing in the air but the aroma
Take it in our lungs like
"What’s the hold up?"
They see only what you show, don’t know of-
The sick side of me