Sick to my Stomach Lyrics

I see this dead end world for exactly as it should be

Of being nothing but a loser

Dreams only fulfilled for the negligent, the evil and the awful

The ones who need their fucking heads caved in

A straight dose of blunt force trauma

The kind I will induce upon myself

As I jettison out of this shithole life

Who should I take with me

Any suggestions

I'm not scared and I don't want a funeral

I want a swift exit and a quick forgotten

While this wasted planet wobbles

Still staggers cold and callous

Still orbits resilient and unaffected

For a society of unwanted sexual advances

Your personal liberty constantly taken for granted

Culture dragging hope for change into an early grave

Down when my corpse turns over and over

Where my spirit still suffers just as I did when I lived

Alongside amoral aristocrats whose boots you continue to lick

Aw suck my fucking dick

You can go head, go hang, suffocate on your own methane

While I beat myself down for every misstep that I take

I can't seem to correct it

For fuck sake can't ever seem to catch a fucking break

What a nightmare

It's a fucking nightmare

Where is the exit as the fires grow higher

Fueled by hatred, my misdirection

I never asked for this and I'm not obliged to stay

In this sick joke, a scathing punchline

A serrated cleaver sawing through my mind

I want to twist it so badly into you

Like a rusty pocket knife, like a flathead screwdriver

Like a sharpened Ticonderoga

I'll be your fifteen feet of removed intestine

I'll be your every meal through a straw

I'll be your intubation

I'll be your pneumonia

I'll be the morphine pumping euphoria while you die

I'll be your bed sores

I'll be your bed pan

I'll be your bloated jaundice at the end of your life

I feel sick to my stomach

I'm fucked in the head

I feel sick to my stomach

I'm fucked in the head

I feel sick to my stomach

I'm fucked in the head

I feel sick to my stomach

I'm fucked