I Feel Sick

(Battler) Intro: This is me, Brandon ..., I’m a man with many questions but still need answers, when I don’t get answers I go out investigating on what you’re hiding. Because all great secrets come out eventually, you know. I’m looking to uncover these answers, and I’m not finding them, so I guess I’ll give you the questions I want to ask, can you answer them for me? (Battler) Verse 1: I’m feeling quite sick of people not knowing what’s going on Or what they to do when they go with somebody I feel like someone is putting pressure on me by tons I feel sick when I’m stuck doing work in my lobby I’m sick of seeing the world for what it is I’m sick of having this Asperger’s syndrome making my mood go down I’m sick of not being included and disappearing to a fizz I’m sick of being a victim to a stupid clown I’m sick of having the demons in my head I’m sick of hearing little voices saying I can’t do it I’m sick of reflecting at my past on what I’ve dread I’m sicking of what incidents I have to admit Bridge: Why can’t we just get a cure to heal my shit Why so god damn expensive to buy Sometimes I want to Glock me head that’s it and die And I don’t know how to stop saying the word why Chorus: I’ve been under the weather No prediction of changing I see light but its fading I’ve been under this spell Its depression if you can’t tell I want to die so quick I feel numb as a brick When I die I want it to be quick But I don’t know why I feel sick Verse 2: I’m sick and tired of constructive criticisms Because all it does is just fire me up It feels like I’m in a box or a prism I’m so angry if you tip me I will erupt I’m sick of people being so blind Take a look at the news its not hard to find All these whack jobs acting like their kind But it’s just the people that are there to be assigned To what you do for them They don’t give a flying fuck about you and your plans All you are is to them is green phlegm Just setting you up to be workers working with bare hands Bridge: Why can’t we just get a cure to heal my shit Why so god damn expensive to buy Sometimes I want to Glock me head that’s it and die And I don’t know how to stop saying the word why Chorus: I’ve been under the weather No prediction of changing I see light but its fading I’ve been under this spell Its depression if you can’t tell I want to die so quick, I feel numb as a brick When I die I want it to be quick But I don’t know why I feel sick Verse 3: There is quite a lot of things I get sick about Frankly the main one is having self-doubt In space no one can hear you scream and shout But on earth you must let loose and start to sprout We are a part of a great idea We are capable of anything we show no fear Be glad in the bodies that you are in Stop being racist and accept each other’s skins You don’t know how long you have left You must go through life breaking more than a sweat Everyday life is just like Russian roulette You don’t know what appears to be a threat Bridge: Why can’t we just get a cure to heal my shit Why so god damn expensive to buy Sometimes I want to Glock me head that’s it and die And I don’t know how to stop saying the word why Chorus: I’ve been under the weather No prediction of changing I see light but its fading I’ve been under this spell Its depression if you can’t tell I want to die so quick I feel numb as a brick When I die I want it to be quick But I don’t know why I feel sick