Paroles de SICK SICK SICK

Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening Life is a dream I'd rather let time march on without me Living is boring, dying is easy Baby, can't you see? I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me And I see every hypocrite Who painted wounds on my skin You make me sick, sick, sick And I know everything you did Reliving all your old sins You make me sick, sick, sick And I thought I knew all your tricks But that's not true, now is it? You make me sick, sick, sick You make me sick, sick, sick, sick, sick You make me sick, sick, sick, sick You make me sick, sick, sick Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening Life is a dream I'd rather let time march on without me Living is boring, dying is easy Baby, can't you see? I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me But every now and then I find An ugly voice from inside Whispering promises I'll be your little hedonist And give you all my weakness Aren't we just sick, sick, sick? Pills in the morning, sleep til the evening Life is a dream I'd rather let time march on without me Living is boring, dying is easy Baby, can't you see? I'm a mess, I'm everything you made me