Space dementia in your eyes and And tear us apart And make us meaningless again Is the one for me It gives me all I need And helps me coexist With the chill You make me sick

I burn it down Just to watch it go So everybody knows Just to see it torched I hate it to the core You think you know me You don't know shit I've seen the world through your eyes And it makes me sick

I'm sick and tired of the games you played Every move I make your ass got something to say Scandalize my name when you see it in the paper Trying to turn it all around when it wasn't that way Everybody is trying to figure me out What the hell is wrong

Into the river below, running from the inferno I'll take all the blame, the front page, and the fame Into the river below You'll think I'm insane, but you'll all know my name I'm sick and I'm twisted I'm broken; you can't fix it Don't make me 'cause I'll

You make me sick They make me sick I know I feel you, that' I want you and I'm hating it Got me lit like a candlestick Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feeling it, I gotta getta grip And it's driving me crazy baby don't you quit Can't get enough

Just saying When you change your mind I'll be waiting You should leave him 'Cause it really makes me sick You don't need him I'll help you get over it 'Cause I'm better than him You got a boyfriend And he's a total loser

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Well it's me, myself, and I Quiver at the thought of you But beneath myself and I Quiver at the thought of being alone Is the thought of being alone What makes you sick, what makes me quiver You leave me at the

But I don't really mind that it's starting to get to me Is the answer to the question on your mind And I'm sick of all my judges But I know that I can make it As long as somebody takes me home (Every now and then) Nobody ever had a dream 'round here

Tonight your ghost will ask my ghost I'm sick, you're tired, let's dance Where is the love? Break to love make lust I know it isn't Cold as numbers but let's dance As though it were easy for you to lead me I could be passive gracefully Half the horizon's

Ride, ride on through Ride, ride through you Ride, ride on through Ride, ride through you Doesn't know what to do anymore Jesus makes love to the spike A trick for a fix and feeling so sick Just can't seem to get right Once he was the king of his world A