Sick sick sick
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clways coming down with a cold, constantly circling down redundant
Dead-end roads, wondering why my skin, it suddenly looks to be so old
I don't know how to do what I am ever f***ing told.

Speed brain, you're to blame.
You came along bearing gifts with no disdain
For the problematic, charismatically insane, then left them lying there hopelessly in love with your sick pain.

Sometimes I sit in my room for hours and just stare at the walls and think about what it is that got me here and why I'm even thinking at all Cause I don't even know anymore when I'm thinking about nothing,
Staring at the walls and losing all your focus and you don't remember why you're here, it's fucking bogus.
That you're losing all your fears to all the world it seems that, I'm not dying but, but, but, but you're losing all your focus man,
You're losing some thing
and I am malfunctioning,
I'm out of focus, so out of focus.

i'm sick, sick, sick.

I don't know how I ever ended up like this
But I am sick, sick, sick.
So tired of this sickly, constant drowning, aching itch, but now I'm so
Sick, sick, sick.

I am sick, sick, sick.

I'm so dam sick, sick, sick.

Well I guess that's it, cause I'm finally fully sick, sick, sick.

I am sick.

Overall Meaning

These lyrics depict a sense of frustration, confusion, and despair. The artist expresses feeling trapped and stuck in repetitive patterns ("constantly circling down redundant dead-end roads"). They question why they appear to age quickly and struggle to conform to societal expectations ("wondering why my skin, it suddenly looks to be so old, I don't know how to do what I am ever f***ing told").

The lyrics also touch on the influence of external factors on the artist's state of mind. "Speed brain" is described as someone who enters their life bringing gifts but also leaves them feeling emotionally overwhelmed and mentally unstable ("left them lying there hopelessly in love with your sick pain"). This suggests that toxic relationships or experiences have negatively impacted the artist's mental well-being.

The following paragraph reveals a deeper sense of introspection and contemplation. The artist spends hours alone in their room, lost in thought, questioning the circumstances that led them to this point. They express a struggle to find meaning or purpose, feeling as though their thoughts are empty and their focus is slipping away. This leads to a feeling of frustration and a sense that life's expectations are unfair and meaningless ("it's fucking bogus").

The chorus reaffirms the artist's state of being "sick, sick, sick" both physically and emotionally. They feel exhausted and weighed down by the constant struggles and burdens in their life. They feel disconnected, as if their life has somehow gone astray, and they don't recognize themselves anymore. These repeated mentions of being sick convey a discontent and a desire for change.

The final line emphasizes that the artist has reached a breaking point and has fully embraced their sickness. This could be interpreted as a moment of acceptance or resignation, acknowledging that they are unable to escape their current state.

Line by Line Meaning

Always coming down with a cold, constantly circling down redundant
Always getting sick, constantly going down the same unproductive paths

Dead-end roads, wondering why my skin, it suddenly looks to be so old
Feeling stuck and confused, questioning why I look and feel older

I don't know how to do what I am ever f***ing told
I struggle to follow instructions and do what I'm supposed to

Speed brain, you're to blame
My fast-paced thinking is the cause of my problems

You came along bearing gifts with no disdain
My rapid thoughts bring temporary excitement without consideration

For the problematic, charismatically insane, then left them lying there hopelessly in love with your sick pain
I attract troubled and chaotic situations, leaving others captivated by my self-destructive tendencies

Sometimes I sit in my room for hours and just stare at the walls and think about what it is that got me here and why I'm even thinking at all
I often spend hours alone, contemplating how I ended up this way and why I even bother thinking

Cause I don't even know anymore when I'm thinking about nothing,
I've lost track of my thoughts, unable to differentiate between meaningful and meaningless ones

Staring at the walls and losing all your focus and you don't remember why you're here, it's fucking bogus.
Being lost in thought and losing concentration, forgetting the purpose of my existence, which is frustrating

That you're losing all your fears to all the world it seems that, I'm not dying but, but, but, but you're losing all your focus man,
While it appears I'm not facing death, I'm still losing my sense of direction and clarity

You're losing something and I am malfunctioning,
I'm losing something important, and my mind is not functioning properly

I'm out of focus, so out of focus
I lack clarity and cannot concentrate

I'm sick, sick, sick
I'm mentally and emotionally unwell

I don't know how I ever ended up like this
I'm unsure how my life came to this state of sickness

But I am sick, sick, sick
However, I am undeniably sick

So tired of this sickly, constant drowning, aching itch
Exhausted from this persistent, overwhelming struggle and discomfort

But now I'm so sick, sick, sick
Yet now, I am even more sick

I am sick, sick, sick
I am deeply and severely sick

I'm so dam sick, sick, sick
I'm extremely and desperately sick

Well, I guess that's it, cause I'm finally fully sick, sick, sick
I suppose that's the conclusion: I am completely and irreversibly sick

I am sick
I am unwell

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