You Make Me Sick - Anti-Flag

When I think about you, you make me sick

You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit

A cynical, condescending, hypocrite

Everything you do, you make me, make me sick

There’s a cancer in the room and it ain’t goin' nowhere

Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair

I wish I could care less, more than I can admit

There’s no turning it off, there’s just no way to make it quit

When I think about you, you make me sick

You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit

A cynical, condescending, hypocrite

Everything you do, you make me, make me sick

And there ain’t no coming back from the words you vomit

A pain inside my chest that I can’t stomach

I wish I could careless, more than I can admit

There’s no turning it off, there’s just no way to make it quit

The sound of your voice

The look of your grin

The smell of your breath

The waste of your skin

The hate in your eyes

The spite of your kin

Just goes on and on

It just never ends

The sound of your voice

The look of your grin

The smell of your breath

The waste of your skin

The hate in your eyes

The spite of your kin

Just goes on and on

It just never ends

When I think about you, you make me sick

You’re a maniac, a liar, you’re piece of shit

A cynical, condescending, hypocrite

Everything you do, you make me, make me sick

You make me sick

You make me sick

You make me, you make me, you make me

You make me, you make me, you make me sick