my sick ways
the one with no wrapper
and still didn't bother
after the trouble
i still didn't bother
the pain they follow
words their hollow
the sick ways
and days that follow
isn't it wonderful
isn't it wonderful
body's i've eaten
it's all decaying
my soul be hold
it's all decaying
my heart their cold
the days get old
my ways they fold
hearts decay
alright okay
isn't it wonderful
isn't it ohhhh
hearts decay
alright okay
i will take hold
for it's mine, and mine alone
and will not say
for it's decayed
