Something's going foul That sickly sweet scent, in the clouds We're not prepared for atrocities Can't count how many times i've lost my way Bodies piled to the ceiling It makes me sick It makes me sick It makes me Sick of everything we've done We're blessed to coalesce Our own fate brought on by our blunders It makes me sick It makes me sick Sick It makes me sick It makes me Sick of everything we've done We're blessed to coalesce Our own fate brought on by our blunders Brought on by our blunders It makes me sick It makes me sick Bodies piled to the ceiling It makes me sick It makes me sick It makes me sick