Sick

I must be sick

Paranoid

I must be sick

Paranoid

I must be lovesick

Paranoid

You chew the flesh

I choose the rhythm

Then I chew the flesh

You choose the rhythm

I enjoyed my little jump into fantasy

While I was waiting on you

Expectation versus reality

Give me the sweeter of the two

Life's lazy song through these moments of pleasure

I try to stitch them up and keep them together

And I do when I set my mind to you

I must be sick

Paranoid

I must be lovesick

Paranoid

You chew the flesh

I choose the rhythm

I chew the flesh

You choose the rhythm

I lose control, there's a change in the weather

Right and wrong take a trip, and whenever they do

I set my mind to you

(I must be sick)

When we started, the chase was subliminal

Now you're riding on my wave and it's physical

You could try me for a case of the criminal

I must be sick

Paranoid

I must be lovesick

Paranoid

You chew the flesh

I choose the rhythm

When I chew the flesh

You choose the rhythm