Sick, Sick, Sick Bayside

[Verse 1]
I curse to hell the magistrate
Who granted this unholy fate
But I know, I know I asked for this myself
I'm bound by law to hell
And it's sick, sick, sick, humans and their needs
Living in a fairytale that's tearing at the seams
A dank reject, a devil in a dress
Exactly what you seem

[Pre-Chorus]
Sick, sick, sick
It's sick, sick, sick

[Chorus]
You made a mess of things
My, what a mess you've made
I hate the way you make me feel
I hate the way you make me
In your world, it's cold outside
So button up and open wide
I hate the way you make me feel
Sick, sick, sick
Oh
Oh