Sick To The Back Teeth Songtext
von Disposable

Sicken, rotting of the inner self
Weaken, backwards thinking mental health
Further, into realms of dark creation
Brother, save me from procrastination
Futile, breathing ash into the lungs
Sicken, sickened more than anyone

I′m sick to the back teeth
I'm sick to the back teeth


Acid, paralysing muscle reflex
Rancid, violent dilapidation
Gruelling, the struggle for the next step
Mourning, every day I′ve wasted
Cold hand, grasping out to cure my brain
Sicken, can't you see how sick I am?

I'm sick to the back teeth
I′m sick to the back teeth
I′m sick to the back teeth
I'm sick to the back teeth

Sick, sick, sick, sick

I′m sick to the back teeth
Can't you see how sick I am?