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Pre-decided by your blinded eyes
Blinkered visions from a narrow mind
Fuels your anger and the wrath inside

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me
of being sick
Sick of being sick
Sick of being sick (you want to see me ill?)
Sick of being sick
You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me sick

Here comes Mr. Cool, thinks he’s looking real fine
All dressed in black, tattoos he found
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
Please just let me do whatever fits you
Make something, make someone
Beg on a knee, baby, baby, please
Pout your bottom lip
While cracking the whip
You
Sick, sick, sick, it's sick, sick, sick

[Chorus]
You made a mess of things
My what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

It's classical, anyway

I can't help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over, it sits stiff
Bound with no
then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

It's classical, anyway

I can't help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over, it sits stiff
Bound with no
then gets ruined by you fucking slobs

It's classical, anyway

I can't help it, it makes me so sick
Over and over, it sits stiff
Bound with no
of used to be

You kiss my brown eye
Almost a shell of a man
School haunts the children
Which makes me sick til' I die
Sick til' I die

You dig
dying
I hope you'll be by me then

As a young man I was afraid
Of my life
Oh what would I make
I will make Iove
What will I hate
What better sweet
The more you inhale
The more that you breath
The more that you make me want to scream

This could be your
Sick love song
This could be your sign that things
No one can make this better
Take control, it's now or never

Are you sick of it?
Raise your hands
Get rid of it
While there's a fighting chance
Are you
make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look

And it's people like you that make me sick
I'm surrounded by you everywhere I look

And it's people
You're allowed to stay for a while
I'm going to need your time 
And waste some time again,
I would have thought by now you 
Would be so sick
hello (whoa)

I'm sick of the sleepless, never-ending nights
I just don't care who was wrong or right
I'm sick of the rumors and the alibis
You tear me
[Chorus]
All religions make me want to throw up
All religions make me sick
All religions make me want to throw up
All religions suck 
They all
curiosities took you by the arm
Make sure you take me with you when you go into the unknown

It's a sick, sick world, I'll be your medicine
So come and take
old cocaine is 'bout to make me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna
and stop me, I'm comin' back to you
Every time I feel that I can move on by myself
Someone to believe in is always there for me
My eyes are rusted I feel
The moon's going to owe it one
It makes me think of how you act to me
You do
Favors and then rapidly, you just
Turn around and start asking me about
Things you
Come on over and do the twist
Overdo it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and do the twist

Beat me outta me (Beat it,
Come on over and do the twist
Overdo it and have a fit
Love you so much it makes me sick
Come on over and do the twist

Beat me outta me (Beat
that
Do this, don't do that
Do this, don't do that
It makes me sick

In this room, dark and gloom
Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside a tomb
Oh, in