SICK!
COME ON!
ALRIGHT!
You've got him wrapped up in your shroud
You've got him on his knees,
Begging you to see through again
Holding his head up in the clouds
Placing insanity inside of him
So you can feel how
You make it almost worth it
This is what he's got, don't take it
This is what he's got, don't fake it
Feeding forced lovers from the ground
Feeding them from the cage,
At an early age,
Plagued by space
Holding his head to make the sound
I'm afraid to hear the air is clear
You make it almost worth it
You make it almost perfect
I'm conticent in skin
You're aching within
It's enough to make me sit and say
F this and everything
You make it almost worth it
You make it almost perfect
Piece by piece the leash gets tighter
Plagued by thoughts of something brighter
Piece by piece the leash gets tighter
Tighter
Brighter
Cut the skin from the knuckle
My tensions are running high and buckle
Because this passion, just became a fashion
On the delicate
Our only chance to recreate
All the things that I ever had to segregate
My passion is to become clear
My passion is to have no fear
On all the anxieties that break,
That shake the sea,
It's all I really had to ever be
Alone I am one individual
With us we are two individuals
With this we are three individuals
Oh f you I'm a sick individual
You make it almost worth it
You make it almost perfect
I'm conticent in skin
You're aching within
It's enough to make me sit and say
F this and everything
YOU MAKE ME YOUR SICK INDIVIDUAL