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quartered - sick individual lyrics

sick
yeah
come on
alright

you’ve got him wrapped up in your shroud
you’ve got him on his knees
begging you to see through again
holding his head up in the clouds
placing insanity inside of him
so you can feel how

you make it almost worth it
this is what he’s got, don’t take it
this is what he’s got, don’t fake it

feeding forced lovers from the ground
feeding them from the cage
at an early age, plagued by sp+ce
holding his head to make the sound
i’m afraid to hear the fear
afraid to hear the air is clear

you make it almost worth it
you make it almost perfect
i’m contingent in sin
you’re aching within
it’s enough to make me sit and say
f+ck this all and everything
you make it almost worth it
you make it almost perfect
piece by piece, the leash gets tighter
plagued by thoughts of something brighter
piece by piece, the leash gets tighter
tighter
brighter

cut the skin from the knuckle
my tensions running high and buckle
because this passion just became a fashion
on the delicate, my only chance to recreate
all the things that i ever had to segregate
my passion is to become clear
my passion is to have no fear
on all the anxieties that break, that shake the sea
it’s all i really had to ever be
alone, i am one individual
with us, we are two individuals
with this, we are three individuals
oh, f+ck you, i’m a sick individual

you make it almost worth it
you make it almost perfect
i’m contingent in sin
you’re aching within
it’s enough to make me sit and say
f+ck this all and everything
you make it almost worth it
you make it almost perfect
i’m contingent in sin
you’re aching within
it’s enough to make me sit and say
f+ck this all and everything

you make me your sick individual

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