Something's going foul
That sickly sweet scent, in the clouds
We're not prepared for atrocities
Can't count how many times i've lost my way
Bodies piled to the ceiling

It makes me sick
It makes me sick
It makes me

Sick of everything we've done
We're blessed to coalesce
Our own fate brought on by our blunders

It makes me sick
It makes me sick
Sick
It makes me sick
It makes me

Sick of everything we've done
We're blessed to coalesce
Our own fate brought on by our blunders
Brought on by our blunders
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
Bodies piled to the ceiling
It makes me sick
It makes me sick
It makes me sick