Sick Statistic - Year Of The Knife

I did it again

This promise I break

A circle of death

A circle of fate

I did it again

This promise I break

I am enslaved

I am enslaved

I have no limitations

I tremble in desperation

Paralyzed from the mistakes

Of the morphine that takes my place

Now I’m just another fucking

Sick statistic of America’s cold dead face

They all just live with shame

When they speak my name

Do you know what it’s like to hurt this bad?

Do you know what it’s like to hurt this bad?

There’s a family out there that I can’t win back

And I’ll do it again

And I’ll do it again

And I’ll do it again

And again

I have no limitations

I tremble in desperation

Demonized by what I inject

This is something that you can’t fix

This is something you can’t fix

This is something you can’t fix

Robbed of my soul

This is something you can’t fix

Robbed of my soul

This is something you can’t fix

Fix me

Fix me

Fix me

Fix me

Fix me

Desperation

Fix me

Desperation

Fix me

Desperation