When I think about you, you make me sick
You're a maniac, a liar, you're a piece of shit
Cynical, condescending hypocrite
Everything you do, you make me, make me sick, yeah

There's a cancer in the room and it ain't goin' nowhere
Salt rubbed in a wound, a council of despair
I wish I could care less, more than I can admit
There's no turning it off, there's just no way to make it quit

When I think about you, you make me sick
You're a maniac, a liar, you're a piece of shit
A cynical, condescending hypocrite
Everything you do, you make me, make me sick

Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh

And there ain't no coming back from the words you vomit
A pain inside my chest that I can't stomach
I wish I could care less, more than I can admit
There's no turning it off, there's just no way to make it quit

The sound of your voice
The look of your grin
The smell of your breath
The waste of your skin
The hate in your eyes
The spite of your kin
Just goes on and on
It just never ends
The sound of your voice (You make me sick)
The look of your grin
The smell of your breath (You make me sick)
The waste of your skin
The hate in your eyes (You make me sick)
The spite of your kin
Just goes on and on
It just never ends

When I think about you, you make me sick
You're a maniac, a liar, you're a piece of shit
A cynical, condescending hypocrite
Everything you do, you make me, make me sick

You make me sick
You make me sick
You make me, you make me, you make me
You make me, you make me, you make me sick