Blumfeld - Sick As a way
disease as a way
I say it this way: I feel weird
question and me, You know that from you?
iiii draw acute or chronic already like me?
Such a diffuse- and drives stabbing pain
me to despair gradually
Sometimes everything hurts and you feel paralyzed
and all the nerves lie bare
I war 'ne crisis, I'll sick
illness as a way - a sick mind in a sick body
What hurts lives - or, Death knocks at the door
strike the body's immune system and says: Not with me!
I lie in bed and sweat 'me sore
Hey folks, here is my findings:
illness as a way
The doctors think that it was nothing serious
It was an elixir for the comfort
So if that's not a bad joke - then cheers!
I hold myself already for 'Nen
clinical case and believe me is not helping
no wonder that everywhere I see only misery'
I so'n throat puke from sheer rage
at me and crying blood
illness as a way - a sick mind in a diseased body
What hurts lives, or, Death knocks at the door
strike the body's immune system and says: Not with me!
It gets worse, step by step
I go broke, say, you come with me?
illness as a way
And I went to where the pain is
I wanted to know what's wrong
Is it the brain or the heart that hurts me
He sat in a corner hunched over books
and showed me the cold shoulder
first as I was going, he called me afterwards
"They say that time heals the wounds
Were nice if they hurried times.."
illness as a way - in a sick mind a sick body
What hurts lives, or, Death knocks at the door
strike the body's immune system and says: Not with me! So I slowly pull
skyward
and stay alone with my pain
illness as a way
I say it this way: I feel weird
and wonder that you hear on you?
iiii acute or chronic already like me?
pulling as a diffuse and sharp pain
drives me to despair gradually
Sometimes everything hurts and you feel paralyzed
and all the nerves lie bare
I war 'ne crisis, I'll sick
illness as a way - a sick mind in a diseased body
What hurt 'm alive - or, Death knocks at the door
strike the body's immune system and says: Not with me!
I lie in bed and sweat 'me sore
Hey folks, here is my findings:
illness as a way
The doctors think that it was nothing serious
It was an elixir for the comfort
So if that's not a bad joke - then cheers!
I hold myself already for clinical 'nen
case and believe me is not to help more
no wonder that everywhere I see only misery '
I so'n throat puke from sheer rage
at me and crying blood
illness as a way - a sick mind in a sick body
What hurts lives, or, Death knocks at the door
strike the body's immune system and says: Not with me!
It gets worse, step by step
I go broke, say, you come with me?
illness as a way
And I went to where the pain is
I wanted to know what's wrong
Is it the brain or the heart that hurts me
He sat in a corner, bent over books and showed
me the cold shoulder
first as I was going, he called me afterwards
"They say that time heals the wounds
Were nice if they hurried times.."
illness as a way - a sick mind in a sick body
What hurts lives, or, Death knocks at the door
strike the body's immune system and says: Not with me! So I slowly pull
skyward
and stay alone with my pain
illness as a way
