Cool like that, cool like that

I am sick like that, sick like that, sick like that.

I am cool like that, cool like that, cool like that.

Slap the tongue that speaks simply.

Close the ears that lightly listen to anything.

Open the eyes but did not see.

No head. No sense. No touch. No feel.

I am sick like that, sick like that, sick like that.

No choice so,

I am cool like that, cool like that, cool like that.

Virtue, Faith and peace are hard to keep. They remain in you but it is often hard to do it.