You Make Me Sick

(álbum: Stairway To Hell - 2012)

You make me sick and I don't want to hear another word outta you
You talk so much about your problems, of problems you got that's true
I feel like killing
Lots of blood spilling
Up unto the very last drop
Yeah I'll keep squeezing
Well listen to reason
It's you that I wanna stop
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Everyday I tell you "Listen, you ain't got the touch"
Someday you'll amount to something
But believe me it won't be much
My mind's made up
Don't give a fuck
Gunna put you outta your misery
Cuz for you to live I've got to forgive and it ain't gunna happen you see
No no no no

I'll keep squeezing
Until your blood drips dry
There ain't no reason
For you to be alive
I'll keep squeezing
Until the day you die
You got no reason
You got no reason
To be alive

For you to be alive
For you to be alive

You make me sick and I don't want to hear another word outta you
You talk so much about your problems, yeah you got more than one or two
My mind's made up, I don't give a fuck
Gunna put you outta your misery
Cuz for you to live I've got to forgive and it ain't gunna happen you see
No no no

I'll keep squeezing
Until your blood drips dry
There ain't no reason
For you to be alive
I'll keep squeezing
Until the day you die
You got no reason
You got no reason
To be alive