Sick

I enjoyed my little jump into fantasy while I was waiting for you.

Expectation versus reality, give me the sweeter of the two.

Life's lazily sewn through these moments of pleasure I try to stitch them up and keep them together and I do, when I set my mind to you

I must be sick

Paranoid

I must be love sick

Paranoid

You chew the flesh

I choose the rhythm

Then i chew the flesh

You choose the rhythm

I lose control theirs a change in the weather

Right and wrong take a trip and whenever they do, I set my mind to you

When we started the chase was subliminal now I'm riding on your wave and it's physical

You can try me for a case of the criminal

I must be sick

Paranoid

I must be love sick

Paranoid

You chew the flesh

I choose the rhythm

Then I chew the flesh

You choose the rhythm