Sick with It - Moderat, Dellé aka Eased from Seeed

Come and see my perfect mediacenter

All my money, all my time I’ve spent on it

All specialized, all reinvented

State of the art to enter the internet

I can hear my demons howling

Into the cyberspace they’re calling

Login the pass

Pandora’s box is open

My head, my feet, my brain

Driving me insane

My blood, my lungs, my veins

Are burning up in flames

It makes you feel like ice cold winter

In this labyrinth of filth and sin

Some things are sweet and some even sweeter

Link by link the ice is getting thin

On my deadly journey right to the center

This dragging twister taking me under

I’m willing to survive, can’t surrender

To the call of this phony splender

My head, my feet, my brain

Driving me insane

My blood, my lungs, my veins

Are burning up in flames

My head, my feet, my brain

Driving me insane

My blood, my lungs, my veins

Are burning up in flames

Call from a distance

Voices of bliss

Voice from a distance

Calling my name

Mi na go (Wouldn't) enter this

Mi na go enter disya flames