The Sickness Lyrics

Are you nauseated

By the fact

That you think maybe you like

Things that aren't okay?

Are you nauseated

By the fact

That you think you'd be hated

For things you think every day?

Doesn't it make you sick

To think about yourself?

Doesn't it make you insane

To think you're losing your mind?

Doesn't it make you feel sick

To keep a sickness in?

Doesn't it make you feel sick?

Are you downright disgusted

By me

And the fact that I can't keep

These thoughts cooped up inside?

Are you nauseated

By me

And the fact that there's nothing

That I tried to hide

Doesn't it make you sick

To think about me?

I know it makes me insane

That I can't change your mind

But it makes me feel sick

To keep a sickness in

Wouldn't it make you feel sick?

My mind is sick

My mind is sick

I cough it up

To get it out

I'm nauseated

By the fact

That I can't be myself

If I want people to like me

I'm nauseated

By the fact

That I'm watched and I'm seen

And I'm anything but free

But it makes me feel sick

To think about all the pain

And it makes me insane

Like I'm losing my mind

And it makes me feel so sick

To keep the sickness in

Wouldn't it make you feel sick?

It makes me feel so sick

It makes me lose my head

It makes me feel dead

Makes me feel sad

I've lost so many friends

That I've never fucking had

If they didn't want to trust

That I could ever change

Cried "Oh, he lets his sickness out,

He is still the same"

I gave you all a warning

A clue to what I am

Through moody, moving music

But of course, still I was damned

I know you like your doves alive

But I prefer mine dead

With a label on its tin

And a bullet through its head

My mind is sick

My mind is sick

I cough it up

To get it out

I am not sick

I am not sick

Because I choose

To let it out