There is a plague
In this space
We can't see
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick of all it
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick of all this shit
Everyday
Withering away
Decay from this plague
That's inside of me
Showin' symptoms of disease - probably
Cause of death - Too bored of reality
Can you be able to resuscitate
Feeling more dead than alive - just a livin' waste
My senses I need to stimulate
Before I go crazy elucidate me
Thrash
Trashing up the place
Oh yeah
I f*cked up all the way oh
Filter out the excess - regrets
Must confess that I need less stress
That dopamine max cap can't help me
Can you vaccinate my hate?
Smothering
Smother me
I can't breathe
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick of all it
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick of all this shit
I don't think I'm immune
All I know is to feel the abuse
The abuse