[Verse 1: Madrox]
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Cover my eyes with the cloak of night
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Till the darkness and shadows consume everything in sight
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Mute my voice from the screams of pain
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In blood curdling terror till my words fade away
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Bond my wrist with a spool of twine
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Collect me and keep me safe and confined
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Cover my head with a burlap sack
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I can hear where I'm going but never find my way back
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Dig me a hole with the shovel of death
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And kick me done deep and take my last breath
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Dead or unconscious assuming I passed
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Awaiting to separate from my spirit and cross paths
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Leave me to decompose my body petrifies
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My corpse becomes skeletal insects and flies
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Feeding on me and eating my body
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And they think I'm still missing but the sick man got me
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[Hook:]
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Hes got his eye on you.
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Sick man
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He's in love with your death
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Sick man
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Your never safe cause hes out there
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Sick man
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Now your the victim in his gaze
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There are no rules we don't play fair
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Sick man
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[Verse 2: Monoxide]
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I'm tied up
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Dried blood covers my eyes
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What have I got myself into tonight
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I'm alone in a room and I'm feeling like I might
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Just become somebody's victim the lights
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Keep flickering off an on and I'm trippin
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I can't believe I got myself in this position
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Somebody's coming I can hear them unlocking the dead bolt
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It must be dawn and I all I can hear the threshold
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Is knocking the floor and I can hear him getting closer
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And I'm trying to ignore
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The best hope is a joke
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And I don't think that it is though
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It's been about a week I've been down here In limbo
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And every time I speak I get stabbed with utensils
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So I do my best to keep my motherfucking lips closed
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All along I've been caught by a skitzo
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It so out of the ordinary to live though
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
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Put the lotion on my skin do it when I'm told
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Been locked inside the hole so long my beards full grown
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Mental pain and chains that restrain and maintain
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Make it cause real change in the brain it's insane
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How I pray every day to be free and never be
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I can see myself giving up in his reality
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Will it ever end?
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Will I see my family and friends?
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God take me out the clutches the one they call the sick man
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Others he has captured not to long after their dead
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If they could comprehend that he is master
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Keeps the head as trophies cooks the rest neck to toe
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Feeds it to me every night nothing left but bones
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He bathes in the blood of the dead when he is well fed
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He has conversations with the voices in his head.
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I pray for my death hope it's quick an painless
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Only then would I be free as one of the nameless
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[Hook]
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Sick Man
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Twiztid |