Sick Punk

sick  punk

you＇re  on  the  sick  junk

talkin＇  ＇bout  the  time  that  you＇ve  been  missin＇

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  time  that  you＇ve  been  living

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  time  that  you＇ve  been  given

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  time  that  you＇ve  been  missin＇

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  life  that  you＇ve  been  living

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  life  that  you＇ve  been  given

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  life  that  you＇ll  be  killing

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  life  in  your  own  prison

everybody  suffering  is  part  of  the  human  condition

cut  you  like  a  laser  razor-sharp  from  head  to  toe

numb  you  go

＇cause  you＇re  a  sick  punk  baby  and  i  like  your  style

＇cause  you＇re  a  sick  punk  baby  and  i  like  your  work

＇cause  you＇re  a  sick  punk  baby  and  i  like  your  style

＇cause  you＇re  a  sick  punk

you＇re  on  the  sick  junk

look  at  you  now

now  look  what  you＇ve  done  you  abused  her

and  you  never  will  recover  from  it

now  look  what  you＇ve  done  you  confused  her

and  you  never  will  recover  from  it

sick  punk

you＇re  on  the  sick  junk

talkin＇  ＇bout  the  lies  that  you＇ve  been  livin＇

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  lies  that  you＇ve  been  dishin＇

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  lies  that  you＇ve  been  grippin＇

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  lies  that  you＇ve  been  twistin＇

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  god  that  rules  your  heaven

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  god  that  sucks  your  soul  in

i＇m  talkin＇  ＇bout  the  god  that  soothes  your  devil

talkin＇  ＇bout  the  god  that  you  can＇t  handle

tiny  little  pleasure  demons  fighting  for  your  mind

you＇ll  be  fine

so  your  soul  is  empty  fill  it  up  with  regular

it＇s  popular

feel  it  flowin＇  in  your  iron  arteries

like  antifreeze

you＇re  good  reminder  off  the  agony  of  love

you＇re  undone