[Intro:]
Some, you know, we need to find some help for you.
[Verse 1:]
If you say that we're ill, give us your pill,
Hope we'll just go away.
But once you've inhaled death,
Everything else is perfume.
Maybe I'm just a mystery, I could end up your misery,
Maybe I'm just a mystery, I could end up your misery.
In the end, we all end up in a garbage dump,
But I'll be the one that's holding your hand.
[Chorus:]
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
[Verse 2:]
Maybe I'm just a mystery, I could be your misery,
Maybe I'm just a mystery.
Marry with the left hand,
So far, so far from the mad'ning crowd.
[Chorus:]
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
[Verse 3:]
Am I a man or a show, or moment,
The man in the moon
Or a man of all seasons?
Will I be in at the kill with you?
[Chorus:]
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
We are sick, fucked up and complicated,
We are chaos, we can't be cured.
[Outro:]
We are sick.
