Sickness

There’s a sickness I have
When the walls come down
I’ll try to smooth shit out
Well it’s just a sickness
Something growing in me
When do these walls come down
I don’t wanna feel occupied by this sickness
Well, it’s just a sickness
It’s a sickness I have
When do the walls come down?
I don’t wanna feel occupied
I feel now it has grown out of it’s
It’s proportions
Sickness well it’s just a sickness
Sickness is it body or mind or soul out of control
Whatever I might stumble upon
There’s always something holding me back
I feel now it has grown out of it’s
It’s proportions
Well it’s just a sickness…