Sick One

Down at the bar, wasting paper on thoughts and cash on drinks.

I feel the weight of the world right there at my fingertip.

I’m trying to put it on a page but I’m just losing it.

Like I’m going blind, numb and deaf at the same time.

Hallucinated allnight, I traded my girl for gold,

Sneaking on Alexander Mc Queens in my Fendi coat,

Thought I was faster than the best, harder than the rest.

And I went down, down, down…

This kinda wrong feels kinda right but right, there’s something wrong…?

It seems like everything is upside down.

Yeah I’m the sick one!

(„Let me tell you about my dream last night…“)

Way down (Downtown) in Dubai, riding a pink elephant,

Way up above, all eyes on me I was so relevant.

I had the power and the strength torule them all

And I went down down down

‚Cause I’m the sick one, sick one,

Am I the sick, guess I’m the sick one, sick one…

Yeah I’m the sick one!

(„Look what it’s done to me!“)

To think I’m faster than the best is an illusion,

Trying tobe harder than the rest ain’t no solution!

Wish I could go another way,

I’m trying everyday,

But I’m going down, down, down…

This kinda wrong feels kinda right, but right, there’s something wrong?

But you know how the story goes…

Yeah I’m thesick one!

(„Look what it’s done to me!“)

Down at the bar wasting paper on thoughts and cash on drinks,

Like I’m going blind, numb and deaf at the same time…