Speedball

You want to know what grows inside my head

You make incisions with a rusty can

You judge me by the standards that you set

A perfect world built by a hypocrite

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick

Everything you never see in me

Pre-decided by your blinded eyes

Blinkered visions from a narrow mind

Fuels your anger and the wrath inside

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick

You make me sick

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick

You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick

Sick, sick, sick, sick