Let me out, I'm getting sick of it all,
Living loaded with my back on the wall,
Alter my state, make me irate,
I'm black and blue,
Hell with you,
Life for me is so nice and wonderful since I've been a killer that no one knows,
I seem all right, but deep in fear, wish someone could get me out of here.

I'm a sick individual,
Sick like no one knows,
I'm a sick individual,
My time to kill, your time to go.

Look who's here, now they have figured me out,
Loaded shotguns surrounding my house,
Hey man, get down on the floor now,
Can't escape murder, rape,
Life for me was so nice, you understand,
No one got to see who I really am, not until I wake up in a cell,
Change is coming fast, like a train to Hell.

I'm a sick individual,
Sick like you all know,
I'm a sick individual,
I love you, mama, gotta go.

Life for me is so nice and locked up well,
Gideon's Bible's all I got in my cell,
Reading is much better than suicide,
But Hell, I ain't ready to meet God when I die.

I'm a sick individual,
Sick, but not for long,
I'm a sick individual until the doctor came along.

Realise that there's a God in the sky,
Realise it from the tears in my eyes,
No more blindness, no more sickness,
Forgive me, enter me, save me, me.