Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song sick mind, artist - Twiztid.
Date of issue: 17.01.2019
Song language: English
sick mind |
I’m in such a fucking dark place |
I look in the mirror but I don’t know who that is |
I just know that is not my face |
Feeling unusual that is my usual, albeit beautiful mind state |
What will I do to you? |
Maybe some voodoo |
Who knows what I’ll try, I’m so sick in the mind |
That the doctors will tell you there’s nothing that they can prescribe |
All that aside, how many times have I woke up at night |
From the whispers and voices from shadows who tell me tell me it’s murder |
tonight? |
And I hurd 'em like cattle, wait, I don’t think I’m even using it right |
Like confusing a spoon with the knife |
And I feel like I’m losing it |
Might be a lunatic in front of you |
And him and you and him, I’m wondering (Why am I doing this?) |
I’m on the loose, I just escaped |
I was just looking for somewhere to stay |
'Til he went away and then there was you, he was there too |
Just molesting, I’m through with you guessing |
Just shut the fuck up, it’s about to get messy, so stop the confessing |
It’s too late, I bet they were begging but you kept progressing |
And you were there pressing the button, recording it all |
So I welcome you both to the end of it |
I’ma be person that’s ending it |
Funny how the mind can be intertwined with the dark side |
From a thin line of a maniacal salt mine, the benefit |
Who gives a shit? |
It’s irrelevant |
Like contaminated evidence, I do it for the hell of it |
And medicine ain’t helping it, so murder is my element |
(Murder is my element) |
Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
(Sick mind) |
The shadows are the only ones ever listening |
(Are the only ones ever listening) |
I can’t even walk on a thin line |
Balance along it one more time |
Pay attention and you’ll find |
That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in |
Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
(Sick mind) |
The shadows are the only ones ever listening |
(Are the only ones ever listening) |
I can’t even walk on a thin line |
Balance along it one more time |
Pay attention and you’ll find |
That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in |
Imperfections, less than perfect |
Examining inward for outward purpose |
These spoken words, they provide a service |
To those who need them, they’re feeling worthless |
These feelings surface in times like these |
World can make you feel you’re a disease |
Been there, done that, got lost, came back |
Which race, lost track, so familiar |
Constantly cold like it’s always December |
Lack of emotions, I cannot remember |
Going through notions to fit in society |
All the while quietly feeling no better |
This anger, it holds it together |
Just like the stitches and staples and capital letters |
In all of my letters I write to myself |
In an effort to try to lend my future help |
Don’t think it charity, think of it legacy |
Moment they bury me, I’ll be alive in the songs |
And they carry me off in the wind |
As it manifest destiny? |
Still they gon' question me |
Tell me exactly what people expect of me |
Silence is deafening, still no accepting me |
Still no peace up in my heart while my soul is protecting me |
I’m my own enemy, no need defending me |
I’ll be alive in the revelry, generally lost in the empathy |
Mentally find an identity, words are my weaponry |
Still no serenity, world will not let me be |
So I become what they need of me |
Killing my needs and defeating me |
Bringing me down to the point where I look in the mirror |
And wonder why you still believe in me |
(Do you believe in me?) |
Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
(Sick mind) |
The shadows are the only ones ever listening |
(Are the only ones ever listening) |
I can’t even walk on a thin line |
Balance along it one more time |
Pay attention and you’ll find |
That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in |
Have you ever come in contact with a sick mind? |
(Sick mind) |
The shadows are the only ones ever listening |
(Are the only ones ever listening) |
I can’t even walk on a thin line |
Balance along it one more time |
Pay attention and you’ll find |
That a sick mind is a product of the world we’re living in |
Dark Place |
I’m in such a fucking dark place |
Dark place, dark place, d-d-d-dark place |
I’m in such a fucking dark place |
Dark place, dark place, d-d-d-dark place |