"SICK OF IT" lyrics

We're gonna blow up

And-and-and I get just what I want, not what I need
I pride myself on missing fo-fo-forests for the trees
I'm getting sick of it, plain old disease
It's not my life, but I will live it how I please
And-and-and I get just what I need, not what I want
I don't know how I grew to hate it
But I do know that I hate it quite a lot
I'm getting sick of it, internal rot

They put device on me
They get to check it all my life
[?] I get a hit
They get to check on me
They get to check on me

Chalk it up, another loss
All my organs have been screaming to get out
They know my idol is false
Becoming sycophant at such a cost
Nothing's lost

I'm two shoes full of dead meat standing in the road
Bright flash, all I have is nasal drip, stop growin' old
Lateral move, now I'm just a corpse, all my nerves unrolled
I become annihilated, turn me into shoes full of raw-

Need, not what I want
I know when I grew to hate it, it was sixteen years ago
Made to be bought
Wish I was sick of it, but I'm just not

They put device on me (Go)

And I get just what I want, not what I need
I pride myself on missing forests for the trees
I'm getting sick of it, plain old disease
It's not my life, but I will leave it how I please
And I get just what I want, not what I need
I pride myself on missing forests for the trees
I'm getting sick of it, plain old disease
It's not my life, but I will leave it how I please
And I get just what I need, not what I want

Blow up