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 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 a lyrical thriller - a chaos of words and textfiles
flying in my head like shit-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 along - come on - when we come around - come on when we come along

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 shit 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 round 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”
sicker than you
sicker than your wildest dreams
sicker than your wildest minds
I walk behind the shadow lines
I live in two dimensions
I fuck 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