[Verse 1]
Magazines of pain in unending supply
Driven in my gut
Trigger finger pressing at my mind
[Chorus]
How is a man so sick
He can't get right with God?
Asphyxiating permanence
Drags on and on
[Verse 2]
I'm enslaved to that force which prepared me for life
Enmity with no end pulls the puppet strings around my spine
On and on
[Chorus]
What makes a man so sick
He can't get right with God?
Asphyxiating permanence
Drags on and on
