Sick. I’m walking   Tick? I’m talking.   Down the street and I’m sick   Of the talk of the ‘trick’ that’s every time we meet   But.   Oh, I don’t know why   Blinking, thinking something’s moving across my skin   And I scratch the spot, I watch the dot, that’s on the lens but   Oh, I don’t know why      Something’s closing in and I can’t do a thing   No, I can’t do a thing but wonder.      You said I’m crazy, I know.   You said I’m crazy, I know   All I can say is that the drugs don’t work no more.      My face is shaking,   Knees are breaking,   “Swallow this” and for once I’m mistaken   The rules I’ve been breaking, make you sick but   Oh, I don’t know why   My mind is in an oily state of screaming sin   And the moment I want to relax is when the **** kicks in, but   Oh, I don’t know why      Now he’s back again   And now he’s brought a friend.   And his friend’s brought a whole dark army…