SICKNESS - Sixthells

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