Sick Boi

作曲 : Ren Gill/Mariyka Vassileva Kuteva/Philip Tenev Kutev

Hi Ren, thank u for coming in today

Thanks for seeing me

Looking at your file here it seems is a very apparent interplay

With the emotional state in your physical body

Have u ever heard of the trauma response?

I don’t think so

Basically our bodies can get stuck in a negative feedback loop

Our subconscious can repeat patterns from the past

Which can have a pretty drastic times to effect in our biology

Essentially,your mind is making you sick

Sick boy, sick boy, bitten by a tick boy

Looking for that fix boy

Anabolic steroids

Stem cell poster boy

Pass out, white noise

Quick fix, snake oil

I’m about to break boy

Oh, what a shame, he’s in pain, have another go

Take another pill, here, take a couple more

Let’s see how you’re doing in another week or so

You’ll be feeling worse when the side effects will show

De-relization, medical patient losing patience with the progress

Walking hand in hand with Satan complications

With the medication, inflammation, dehydration

Inhalation, aggravation, building up a toleration

Drown su*ker, drown su*ker, drown su*ker, drown

I’ve been feeling like I’m drowning with my feet upon the ground

I’ve been screaming, I’ve been shouting, but I never make a sound

I’ve been looking for a way out, but I always seem to drown

Is this all making sense, Ren?

Um, yeah, I think so-

Good

What I propose we do is

We try to pinpoint the exact experience

from the past that are keeping you stuck

What can u tell me about your childhood?

Um, I can’t really think-

It’s okay if nothing comes up right away

What I’d like to do is take some deep breaths with me

In and out

In and out

Good, now tell me the first thing that comes to you mind

I feel like it’s not me, it’s the world that’s sick

We’re given everything we need and we commoditize it

We consume, we destroy, like we’re parasitic

Science tells us that it’s suicide and still we commit

I’m not sick, we are sick, we are standing on the cliff

In the name of progress, we jump off the precipice

I’m not sick, I’m the virus, you’re the virus, hypocrite

How can you sit there with that smile on and tell me that I’m sick?

Sick boy, sick boy, looking for a fix boy

Pushing it down in public, quick, pose for the pic boy

Record label meeting that commodify your gift,boy

Why u so upset? Don’t u wanna be a rich boy?

F**k no, industry is cutthroat

I’ve been doing bits by myself swimming backstroke

Walking on a tightrope, rapping with a slit throat

The way that we persist is like the ending of a bad joke

As the people evolve

We’re complacent to assailants and we do that we’re told

Counter-intelligence, a sight to behold

Rape the earth of all resources and we bleed it for gold

And we bleed it for wealth

We bleed it for fame

But when u bleed it can u tell me what the f**k will remain?

And I’m bleeding myself, I’m bleeding my brain

While I’m bleeding, I’m the reason cause I’m doing the same