've got a sick feeling in my gut that never seems to go away,
I drink it down, it creeps back up, tells me I'm fucked, the little bug is here to stay.
I've got the bug.
My hands shake and I drip cold sweat, puts me on my back, lying in bed waiting for death, can't stand the thought of outside now, it's made me weak, stuck in here racing round my head.
I've got the bug.
Tried to kill it with medicine, it just got mad at everything, started to buzz round in my brain, scratching from inside again, said everybody's against me, told it I think I agree, now I'm twisted and a mess, seems like I was right to obsess.
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