The Sick Side Of Me

Lyrics

(Verse 1 - GrewSum) Nobody ever loved me Not enough to save me So now i'm crazy No fixing it, It's official lately One minute I'm happy Only grinning and picking daisies The next minute I'm flipping' out and I'm killing ladies This ain't the kind of sickness any therapy could help I'll never be allowed to breathe and simply be myself I'm broke and damaged, a Cretan eatin' a bleeding MILF She keeps screaming, I need it, I love to hear 'em yell So keep your distance and hold tight to your misses Everybody hates me, spent my whole life on the shit list I never sleep, i spend all night in the ditches With a pocket full of pills and a small knife for the business Everybody leaves me, might as well take 'em away It's fucking easy, i just beat 'em and make 'em decay The wolf needs me, you need to be feeling afraid You need to have a reason to plan for keeping you safe (Hook - Notebook.) Nothing in the air but the aroma Take it in our lungs like what's the hold up They see only what you show, don't know of- The sick side of me Nothing in the air but the aroma Take it in our lungs like what's the hold up They see only what you show, don't know of- The sick side of me (Verse 2 - Perennial) In retrospect I don't regret the droves of crimson colored specs From molding copacetic remnants cut from kick and screaming chests The writhing leviathan, hiding behind a cheery grin Just let me in and find you never knew the true meaning of sin Lowly blessings, I learned to count the small things While I caressed your intestines and made a fiddle from your heartstrings Compressed your trachea and bathed in the pain in you Cackled at the gaping wounds where the bones protrude This is food for Devils, and I revel in its glory Gory allegory, this is more than just a horror story Hordes of morbid whores, broken jaws on the floorboards Welcome to the psychopathic mind of the warlords I'll slice open your throat while I hold your head back Collect the blood in a goblet and smirk as your eyes go black I am the harbinger of death, the arbiter of last breath Know if you see me while you're sleeping I am the angel of death (Hook - Notebook.) Nothing in the air but the aroma Take it in our lungs like what's the hold up They see only what you show, don't know of- The sick side of me Nothing in the air but the aroma Take it in our lungs like "What's the hold up?" They see only what you show, don't know of- The sick side of me (Verse 3 - Notebook.) It's appealing; the peeling of skin Revealing what's shielded within With steel that I wield for the inexplicable- Infatuation with stealing a glimpse And feeling the mystery- Of the human-body after days of interesting Withering; wasting away to skeletal Test-dummies on metal beds for the medical- Examination, fueled by obsession and fascination Flesh on my glasses, tastin' the wretched with admiration Scientifically surgical. Hands on the vertabra- When I curve it just enough to bend it and snap its placement Pieces on glass tables in darkrooms For photographs I'm takin', in monochromatic shades of- Primarily grey, except for the stains that bled from the subjects I detained That may be the only thing that's upsetting I'm just ready to know the secrets of what's clenching below I need this hands-on approach to see it (Hook - Notebook.) Nothing in the air but the aroma Take it in our lungs like what's the hold up They see only what you show, don't know of- The sick side of me Nothing in the air but the aroma Take it in our lungs like "What's the hold up?" They see only what you show, don't know of- The sick side of me