Lyrics

You’re sick the moment you’re born
You’re poisoned with boredom, or is it before?
These particles make up a mind
But is it alive if it don’t have to fight?

And they tell you give us your money
We have the power, we have the cure
What more could anyone ask for?
Everyone’s so stubbornly insecure

When you take their pills
You give them what they want
Give them what they want
Give them what they want
And make them happy you were born

We’re molecules torn from the earth
And they want to return, the separation hurts
The world is a terrible host
Painted black as the devil, but it’s white as a ghost

You can’t stop, it’s a compulsion
It’s a diversion, a comforting lie
What more could anyone ask for?
Everyone knows we’re just living to die

When you ignore the signs
You give them what they want
Give them what they want
Give them what they want
And make them happy you were born

Give yourself a little break
We’ll keep giving as long as you take
Work from home and be your own boss
Cynicism is a heavy cross

I can’t stop blaming the others
It’s just a symptom we all have to face
Just part of the degeneration
The deep understanding that nothing can change

But it’s fun when you share the same madness
Live the same illness, speak the same creed
What more could fear ever ask for?
Everyone’s giving themselves this disease