I'm fucking sick. fuck your religion.
Lyrics
Sick... In... The...
Wake up, and there's a melted clock in my hand
Telling me to burn, And try to end up just like him
And I want to, just pass me the blunt
Object as I fry my face in an amazing stunt
I want help, but to attrieve it, is impossible
Just get the doctor here, cuz' intelligence is optional
And I'll die here... crying in my sorrow
'cuz it was life that God decided to not let me borrow
Here I am, I decided to show up
Coulda been invisible you know, but I've grown up.
Still fifteen with a dream of death and sex
But wants life to survive against the upcoming hex
That is me, on a hill passed out
Naked, 'cuz I'm on heroin and the bugs chased me down
And I'll never reach my dreams, it seems
That everything I wanted is broken glass and gleams
Sick... In.. The..
Heads staring, at me I wanna fall back
Into a never ending pile of eyes all black
Pupils with holes like hell and torcher chambers
But you get something to bite on.. For ya anger.
