Call me a number, call me a sin Your Adolf of Christ will never lead me Who knows, that life isn't death Or light not night It all fades as we run in a lane of society Even on this earth of desolation In the sorrow life will bring Even here I will not serve For I shall be king I'm the messiah, my own type of leader As no life will ever break me I'm sick of it all Freedom pleases me, as I live anarchy And peace with me, as I'm at war with all So feel free to hate me I'm sick of it - Sick of it all I'm fucking sick of it!!! Sick Heil!