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 antics
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, I'm 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