Feed the Sickness

Can't get you out of my head
Can't get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite

There's something under my skin
I feel it slither within
It's eating up all the good in me now
There's nothing left but the pain
Hiding in sickness and shame
Couldn't care less 'bout what's good for me now

Can't get you out of my head
Can't get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take 'til there's nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My, my parasite

Feeling like this is the end
Maybe this time you'll listen
If this infection is the death of me now
There's nothing left but the pain
Hiding in sickness and shame
Couldn't care less 'bout what's good for me anymore

Can't get you out of my head
Can't get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take 'til there's nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My, my parasite

All you wanna do is break me down
Yeah, all you wanna do is break me down
All you wanna do is break me down
Yeah, all you wanna do is break
So break
Just break me...

Down at the lowest
Level below emotion
In a pitch black hole
At the bottom of the ocean
To fix that soul or the conscious it hosted
Click, clack, pull
Put a shot to my skull, it's

The parasitic character
I carelessly inherited
The gloom and disparity
Illusion of sincerity
Polluted and consumed
My new little experiment
Aware that my tomb is a noose
And I'm wearing it

Can't get you out of my head
Can't get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take 'til there's nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My, my parasite

Can't get you out of my head
Can't get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take 'til there's nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My, my parasite



Credits
Writer(s): Chase Ponchaud
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