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Wake Up Hate ft. Ponchase – FEED THE SICKNESS
Wake Up Hate ft. Ponchase – FEED THE SICKNESS
Written by Jake Adkins, Stephanie Adkins & Chase Ponchaud
Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Jake Adkins
LYRICS:
Can’t get you out of my head
Can’t get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
—
There’s something under my skin
I feel it slither within
It’s eating up all the good in me now
There’s nothing left but the pain
Hiding in sickness and shame
Couldn’t care less ’bout what’s good for me now
—
Can’t get you out of my head
Can’t get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take ’til there’s nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My parasite
My, my parasite
—
Feeling like this is the end
Maybe this time you’ll listen
If this infection is the death of me now
There’s nothing left but the pain
Hiding in sickness and shame
Couldn’t care less ’bout what’s good for me anymore
—
Can’t get you out of my head
Can’t get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take ’til there’s nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My parasite
My, my parasite
—
All you wanna do is break me down
Yeah, all you wanna do is break me down
All you wanna do is break me down
Yeah, all you wanna do is break
So break
Just break me
—
Down at the lowest level below emotion
In a pitch-black hole at the bottom of the ocean
To fix that soul or the conscious it hosted
Click! Clack! Pull!
Put a shot through my skull
It’s the parasitic character I careless inherited
The gloom and disparity
Illusion of sincerity
Polluted and consumed my new little experiment
Aware that my tomb is a noose and I’m wearing it
—
Can’t get you out of my head
Can’t get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take ’til there’s nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My parasite
My, my parasite
—
Can’t get you out of my head
Can’t get you out of my life
My parasite
My, my parasite
You take ’til there’s nothing left
To feed the sickness inside
My parasite
My, my parasite
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