Lyrics

I curse to hell the magistrate Who granted this unholy fate But I know, I know I asked for this myself I'm bound by law to hell And it's sick, sick, sick, humans and their needs Living in a fairytale that's tearing at the seams A dank reject, a devil in a dress Exactly what you seem Sick, sick, sick It's sick, sick, sick You made a mess of things My, what a mess you've made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world, it's cold outside So button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel Sick, sick, sick (Oh-oh-oh-oh) (Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) If memory serves me correct I gave you all and you gave me less Your sexcapades deliver checks But can't afford you self-respect And it's sick, sick, sick, humans on their knees Living in a fairytale that's tearing at the seams A dank reject, a devil in a dress Exactly what you seem Sick, sick, sick It's sick, sick, sick You made a mess of things My, what a mess you've made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world, it's cold outside So, button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel Sick, sick, sick Maybe love is looking for someone to fill old holes We grow up building lives with holes in all our walls The walls could fall, but here you were With spare bricks to save the day And we pray it's not too late Spare bricks could be dead weight Sick, sick, sick It's sick, sick, sick Sick, sick, sick It's sick, sick, sick You made a mess of things My, what a mess you've made I hate the way you make me feel I hate the way you make me In your world, it's cold outside So, button up and open wide I hate the way you make me feel Sick, sick, sick
Writer(s): Christopher Guglielmo, Anthony Raneri, Nicholas Ghanbarian, Jack A O'shea Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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