Sick With It
by Moderat

See my perfect media center
All my money all my time I've spent on it
All specialized, all reinvented
State of the art to enter the Internet

My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames

I can hear my demons howling
Into the cyberspace they're calling me
Login the pass
Pandora's box is open

My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames

It makes you feel like ice cold winter
In this labyrinth of filth and sin
Some things are sweet and some even sweeter
Link by link the ice is getting thin

On my deadly journey right to the center
This dragging twister takes me under
I'm willing to survive, can't surrender
To the call of this phony splendor

My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames
My head, my feet, my brain, driving me insane
My blood, my lungs, my veins, are burning up in flames

Call from a distance
Voices of bliss Voice from a distance
Calling my name

Me na go, wouldn't enter this

Contributed by Hudson M. Suggest a correction in the comments below.