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 is 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 made 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 is 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 is easy

Baby, can't you see?

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