Sickness

Cutting away the skin

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

What’s left in me?

Well you ought to know

Well you ought to know

Got nothin’ to say

Cause you don’t know what's left in me