Testo Sick

Blindness's killing my mind
Surrounded by illusions of a better world
I'm too frail to face the truth


The fronts of my life
I feel that they're breaking down
I dread the truth behind your smile

I play tricks on my mind
The way of torture
left me blind
Senselessness rises again
I break down and cry


Madness's killing my mind
A breathless apprehension forces me
to win the fight against myself


Control slips through my fingers As dawn begins to break
I feel sick and weak
I try to seek a cure

I play tricks on my mind
The way of torture
left me blind
Senselessness rises again
I break down and cry