Sick Mind - Third Realm, Aoife O'leary

you are the habit, yeah, you are the vice

you can't be trusted, and I can't be nice

you are the sickness, that crawls in my head

you'll keep supplying, until I am dead

you can't be serious, so I cut the cord

you come around when you think I am bored

chase down the Devil and give him my name

take off the mask to reveal we're the same

look at me, I'm not well, I've gotta, sick mind oh I'm in hell

I've gotta, blank stare upon my face, I've gotta, cold heart make no mistake

I've gotta, sick mind, can't you tell?

I've gotta, sick mind oh I'm not well

I've gotta, blank stare upon my face, I've gotta, cold heart make no mistake about it

you are a hypocrite, I can't complain

I've paid my way to end up insane

look at the bright side, oh never mind

searching for something, I'll never find

laugh when you feel the pain, go numb inside

I can't remember when I felt alive

chase down your God and give him my name

take off the mask to reveal we're the same

look at me, I'm not well, I've gotta, sick mind oh I'm in hell

I've gotta, blank stare upon my face, I've gotta, cold heart make no mistake

I've gotta, sick mind, can't you tell?

I've gotta, sick mind oh I'm not well

I've gotta, blank stare upon my face, I've gotta, cold heart make no mistake about it

sick mind, you know I've gotta, sick mind...