Synapson – Sick

I must be sick
Paranoid

I must be sick
Paranoid
I must be lovesick
Paranoid
You chew the flesh
I choose the rhythm
Then I chew the flesh
You choose the rhythm

I enjoyed my little jump into fantasy
While I was waiting on you
Expectation versus reality
Give me the sweeter of the two
Life's lazy song through these moments of pleasure
I try to stitch them up and keep them together
And I do when I set my mind to you

I must be sick
Paranoid
I must be lovesick
Paranoid
You chew the flesh
I choose the rhythm
I chew the flesh
You choose the rhythm

I lose control, there's a change in the weather
Right and wrong take a trip, and whenever they do
I set my mind to you
(I must be sick)
When we started, the chase was subliminal
Now you're riding on my wave and it's physical
You could try me for a case of the criminal

I must be sick
Paranoid
I must be lovesick
Paranoid
You chew the flesh
I choose the rhythm
When I chew the flesh
You choose the rhythm