[Verse 1]

Was there ever such a perfect time?

I am in waste and I hang for it

Don’t let me drift from my task

I could veer and spill onto my side

[Chorus]

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I talk to my own excrement

Or size myself up in a mirror

I lie down on a surface intended for walking upon

And I gorge myself on molecules

[Chorus]

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

[Verse 3]

Don’t come close to me; you don’t need

To see the pieces that begrime me

In time I will transfer them onto you

But, for now, be patient; stay there

[Chorus]

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

[Verse 4]

I will line up and coat with dust

Every half-thought and every action

Until all content has been obscured

My finger died in the woods; its use went

[Chorus]

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

[Instrumental]

[Outro]

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness

This is my sickness