Silent lies, words are my disguise
Built a wall inside
And I paid the price every time

Sick!
I am sick and done with it
Sick!
Point a gun, shoot a bullet
Sick!
This ain't no secret
I am so sick and done with it

In my head, in my head
I try to make the best of this mess that I made
And this I must confess
I wanna die, but can't let go
Of all the things I am born to know
In my head, in my head
I'm already dead

All my life I ignored the signs
Knew I crossed the line
'Cause I paid the price every time

Sick!
I am sick and done with it
Sick!
Point the gun, shoot a bullet
Sick!
This ain't no secret
I am so sick and done with it

In my head, in my head
I try to make the best of this mess that I made
And this I must confess
I wanna die, but can't let go
Of all the things I am born to know
In my head, in my head
I'm already dead

All this time I crossed the lines
Gave a fuck 'bout warning signs
Maybe I will pay the price
But that's my fucking way of life
All this time I crossed the lines
Gave a fuck 'bout warning signs
Maybe I will pay the price
But that's my fucking way of life
Oh

All this time I crossed the lines
Gave a fuck 'bout warning signs
Maybe I will pay the price
But that's my fucking way of life