Lyrics SICKNESS - Sixthells

SICKNESS

I be dying fuck your living
We got different states of mind
I be manic I be tripping
While you lying 'bout your life
I seen broken fucking bodies
So I sip until they gone
Know that better men than you
Have fucking died for lesser cause
I’m in disarray from the misery
But I’m hanging on for you ain’t missing me
I got better days, man I’m in a haze
But I popped a lot of amphetamines
So I work a lot to forget the pain
I’m a workaholic and it ain’t a phase
Mix the alcoholic and some fucking chains
And you got a sloth, now we are the same
Fuck — I’m sick I need a doc
I hate these fucking voics in my mind
They needa stop