Sick City

I woke up in a cold sweat Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand There ain't no judge this is no man's land It's Sick City Sick City Sick City's got seven sins No place where the conscience wins Misery may be mother One beggar can beg from another Strike with the sword Stricken with the scabbard You won't get far climbing the ladder Gotta take care of necessities Caring for people's a luxury Make sure you get what you need So you threaten with a knife to feed your greed Sick City's got seven sins No place where the conscience wins Sick City's got a sacred secret Save your breath to cool your broth Sick city... swollen land Grease on the palm or a broken arm Sick City has a special flavour A brand new way to love thy neighbour Sick City's got a sacred secret Your guts get full don't drag your legs In Sick City you're better off dead Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 20, 2026

Sitting in my box, waiting for you I peep through the slits and I feel myself Breathing tight, I'm getting hard But it's nice and dark for the things that I do I sweat in my cassock When I hear your words Tell your sins to me, I will absolve thee I run a peep show beat Where I can beat my meat When I see your dressing I get to messing Shit for brains, piss in my pants I rape and contain the whole human race I'm your heavenly host, the Holy Ghost The hand of God and the stick of saints I'm a man who's sick, but I got class I'm going to heaven with my lickin' ass Shit for brains, piss in my pants I rape and contain my Catholic domain Sticks and stones break my bones Your words just crucify me Heaven up above has a glorious god I'd really rather have you right where I want Right on the front full of my gunk I slide up behind heaven in my mind In my dreams I always whipped you Then I stripped you I ripped you down to my scripture

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — May 05, 2026