SICK SICK SICK

Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening

Life is a dream

I'd rather let time march on without me

Living is boring, dying's easy

Baby, can't you see?

I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me

And I see every hypocrite who painted wounds on my skin

You make me sick, sick, sick

And I know everything you did, reliving all your old sins

You make me sick, sick, sick

And I thought I knew all your tricks, but that's not true now, is it?

You make me sick, sick, sick

You make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick

You make me sick, sick, sick, sick

You make me sick, sick, sick

Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening

Life is a dream

I'd rather let time march on without me

Living is boring, dying's easy

Baby, can't you see?

I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me

But every now, and then I find an ugly voice from inside whispering promises

"I'll be your little hedonist and give you all my weakness"

Aren't we just sick, sick, sick?

Pills in the morning, sleep 'til the evening

Life is a dream

I'd rather let time march on without me

Living is boring, dying's easy

Baby, can't you see?

I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me