we got a sicksong - you got to sing sang and we come along like a boomerang
sicksong you gotta sing sang - now we come along like a boomerang
Sicksong sicksong you gotta sing sang - now we come around like a boomerang
we turn our inside out
a freakshow by .sPout.
check in check out - when we play we're playing loud
and what we play is a sicksong - sing sang
we come along like a boomerang - and I am the "ill chiller"
in my head there's a lyrical thriller - a chaos of words and textfiles
flying in my head like s***-flys
I see white mice and things that don't exist
(chorus)
we got a sicksong - you got to sing sang and we come along like a boomerang
sicksong you got to sing sang and we come around like a boomerang
come on - when we come around - come on - when we come along - come on when we come around
we come along like a boomerang
we move in circles - we're moving round
creating sick sounds - iller than sick clowns
you better prepare for us - we overtake your hometowns
with our sick s*** that you shouldn't miss
you better watch out for it
we come along with a sicksong like this
live at the freakshow arena - we're moving rounds like a ballerina
we move in circles- round and round
to earn the chaos
(chorus)
I keep turning like a screw - bring my sickness "into"
Liedertexte sicker than you
sicker than your wildest dreams
sicker than your wildest minds
Liedertext I walk behind the shadow lines
I live in two dimensions
I f*** up the borderlines of reality
I am a broken personality
when you see me - you always see two
we're the sick brothers with the "ill view"
let me introduce to you my crew,
we are now the "ill sick clique" - with another trick -
sicker than sick
fruits of chaos - grow in us
ready to let them out
we're the sick brothers
come with us
that's the crew called .sPout.
(chorus)
sick
sicksong
sicksong you gotta sing sang - now we come along like a boomerang
Sicksong sicksong you gotta sing sang - now we come around like a boomerang
we turn our inside out
a freakshow by .sPout.
check in check out - when we play we're playing loud
and what we play is a sicksong - sing sang
we come along like a boomerang - and I am the "ill chiller"
in my head there's a lyrical thriller - a chaos of words and textfiles
flying in my head like s***-flys
I see white mice and things that don't exist
(chorus)
we got a sicksong - you got to sing sang and we come along like a boomerang
sicksong you got to sing sang and we come around like a boomerang
come on - when we come around - come on - when we come along - come on when we come around
we come along like a boomerang
we move in circles - we're moving round
creating sick sounds - iller than sick clowns
you better prepare for us - we overtake your hometowns
with our sick s*** that you shouldn't miss
you better watch out for it
we come along with a sicksong like this
live at the freakshow arena - we're moving rounds like a ballerina
we move in circles- round and round
to earn the chaos
(chorus)
I keep turning like a screw - bring my sickness "into"
Liedertexte sicker than you
sicker than your wildest dreams
sicker than your wildest minds
Liedertext I walk behind the shadow lines
I live in two dimensions
I f*** up the borderlines of reality
I am a broken personality
when you see me - you always see two
we're the sick brothers with the "ill view"
let me introduce to you my crew,
we are now the "ill sick clique" - with another trick -
sicker than sick
fruits of chaos - grow in us
ready to let them out
we're the sick brothers
come with us
that's the crew called .sPout.
(chorus)
sick
sicksong