Sickness - DEITY

I’m sick

I’ve got a disease in my skull

Keep at arms length

Or it will spread to your bones

I’m trying to find the cure for the days

When it feels like I’ll never be okay

And all I’ve found

Is the cure lies six feet underground

I’m mutilated

I have no patience

I’ve fought and struggled

But I’ve lost my battles

Simplify

My antidote

By killing me

Killing me

I need the doctor

I need the pills

Where are the answers?

I’m running uphill

I’m turning the knife

On myself

The bleeding’s internal

It’s lethal

It kills

This sickness

Get away

This sickness

Get away

My sickness

Get away

(Don't ever think you’ll fix me)