Sick - Barren Cross

Let me out I’m getting sick of it all

Living loaded with my back on the wall

Alter my state; make me irate

I’m black 'n' blue, hell with you

Life for me is so nice and wonderful

Since I’ve been a killer that no one knows

I seem all right but deep in fear

Wish someone could get me out of here

I’m a sick individual, sick like no one knows

I’m a sick individual, my time to kill, and your time to go

Look who’s here now they have figured me out?

Loaded shotguns surrounding my house

Hey man get down on the floor now

Can’t escape, murder rape

Life for me was so nice you understand

No one got to see who l really am

Not until l wake up in a cell

Change is coming fast like a train to hell

I’m a sick individual, sick like you all

Know I’m a sick individual

I love you momma, gotta go

Life for me is so nice and locked up well

Gideon’s Bible’s all l got in my cell

Reading is much better than suicide

But hell, l ain’t ready, to meet God when l die

I’m a sick individual. Sick but not for long

I’m a sick individual until the doctor came along

Realize that there’s a God in the sky

Realize it from the tears in my eyes

No more blindness, no more sickness

Forgive me. Enter me. Save me