You're begging your parents for money to get messed up in the head. You're scared to think there's something bigger than you, but you've been mislead. You're getting wasted everyday, and staying in bed.
It makes me sick It makes me sick It makes me sick You make me sick
How can you be okay with capitalizing on the death of a friend? Where is the humanity, did you even care in the end? You used to breath, you used to feel, you had a purpose that was real. You're not my friend, you're not my family.
(WOO)
It makes me sick It makes me sick It makes me sick You make me sick