I'm so sick and tired ofnever being gratifiedI'm special when I cut youI like to see you bleedI feed off your dejec tionsIt's all I could conceiveI'm so sick and tired of never beingWhen will my desire ever stopI'm so sick and tired ofn ever being satisfiedWhen will my desire everstop or petrifyI hate you cause you chase meWhile in front of meIs there some thingI could do now to enjoy this breathI'm so sick and tired of never beingWhen will my desire ever stopI'm so sick and t ired of never feelingWhen will I aquire a sense of livingI'm so sick and tired ofnever being satisfiedIs there somethingI could do now to enjoy this breathI'm so sick and tired of never beingWhen will my desire ever stopI'm so sick and tired of never feelingWhen will I aquire a sense of livingI'm so sick and tired of never being satisfied