Sicker کے بول

Green with envy she cries herself to sleep She's paid the price for living cheap The more you try to get out of this hole The more you seem to bury yourself in coal I get sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker The alternation in my brain it don't work right I seem to listen to the voice that doesn't tell me fight I kneel down by my bed I call to jah-ov-yah Son of man he says shine bright you star I get sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker An if I should start falling Its you that I'll be calling Sicker I get sicker sicker I get sicker