Sick Punk - Population 1

Talkin' 'bout the time that you’ve been missin'

I’m talkin' 'bout the time that you’ve been living

I’m talkin' 'bout the time that you’ve been given

I’m talkin' 'bout the time that you’ve been missin'

I’m talkin' 'bout the life that you’ve been living

I’m talkin' 'bout the life that you’ve been given

I’m talkin' 'bout the life that you’ll be killing

I’m talkin' 'bout the life in your own prison

Everybody suffering is part of the human condition

Cut you like a lazer razor-sharp from head to toe

Numb you go

'cause you’re a sick punk baby and i like your style

'cause you’re a sick punk baby and i like your work

'cause you’re a sick punk baby and i like your style

'cause you’re a sick punk you’re on the sick junk

Look at you now

Now look what you’ve done you abused her

And you never will recover from it

Now look what you’ve done you confused her

And you never will recover from it

Sick punk you’re on the sick junk

Talkin' 'bout the lies that you’ve been livin'

I’m talkin' 'bout the lies that you’ve been dishin'

I’m talkin' 'bout the lies that you’ve been grippin'

I’m talkin' 'bout the lies that you’ve been twistin'

I’m talkin' 'bout the god that ruies your heaven

I’m talkin' 'bout the god that sucks your soul in

I’m talkin' 'bout the god that soothes your devil

Talkin' 'bout the god that you can’t handle

Tiny little pleasure demons fighting for your mind

You’ll be fine

So your soul is empty fill it up with regular

It’s popular

Feel it flowin' in your iron arteries

Like antifreeze

You’re good reminder off the agony of love

You’re undone