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!