High to the low, gimme just one hit
Why I make myself so sick sick sick?
(Why I make myself)
(Why I make myself)
Sick sick sick
(Why I make myself)
(Why I make myself)
Welcome to the shit show
Things will never be the same
Lookin’ for my halo
Think I lost it down the drain
Bloodshot eyes around me, no
I can’t see a thing
Skeletons inside my closet
Comin’ out to play
I know it’s wrong
But it feels so right
Like a poison apple
Wanna take a bite
Tastes like sweet addiction
Let me get my fix in
Why make myself so sick sick sick?
Thought that this was heaven
Seven seven seven
High to the low
Gimme just one hit
Why make myself so sick sick sick?
(Why I make myself)
(Why I make myself)
Sick sick sick
(Why I make myself)
(Why I make myself)
Think that I don’t need it
But I’m stuck, I’ll never leave
So intoxicated in this
Wicked web I weave
Seeing double vision
It’s a picture-perfect view
Filled with bad decisions
And I’m making them with you
Tastes like sweet addiction
Let me get my fix in
Why make myself so sick sick sick?
Thought that this was heaven
Seven seven seven
High to the low
Gimme just one hit
Why make myself so sick sick sick?
Sick
Sick
Yeah
Oh
I know it’s wrong
But it feels so right
Like a poison apple
Wanna take a bite
Let me get my fix in
Tastes like sweet addiction
Let me get my fix in
Why make myself so sick sick sick?
Thought that this was heaven
Seven seven seven
High to the low
Gimme just one hit
Why make myself so sick sick sick?
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BEAST
This rage I Keep it caged and I Still haunt you Creeping in the dead of night I’m Frankenstein-en But I don’t mind it I kept it hiding Lives inside and I …
CANNIBAL
How’d I get to be so evil? Blending in with pretty people? In a skin-tight dress Caught your eye make you lose your I’m about to set my trap A taste for …
DEAD TO ME
Self-destructive therapy I’m so fucking dead to me Dead I’m so fucking dead to me Dead I’m so fucking dead to me You can try, but you can’t kill …
DEVILICIOUS
Can’t get enough when they say I’m a psycho (I’m a psycho) (Psycho) I must confess I’m feeling bloody homicidal (Homicidal) (Homicidal) …
EX-TERMINATION
I’m seeing red What a violent mess It’s all my fault I never left Instead I turn black and blue I should have known The damage that you’d put me through …