Sick! Sick! Sick!
I’m sick of being your martyr…
Your inflated ego is just dead weight.
Bask in all the eyes upon you,
Before you know it they’ll have turned away.
Sick! Sick! Sick!
I’m sick of being your martyr…
Your inflated ego is just dead weight.
Bask in all the eyes upon you,
Before you know it they’ll have turned away.
 "Dreckstueck")