[Verse 1]
Rotten from the marrow in the marrow of the bone, scrolling scrolls of soul decay on a telephone
Virtue signal beacons beaming beacons of the fake, performative saints with a serpent in the lake
Therapy language weaponized, traumatized by the advertised, commodified pain for the likes and the prize
You clap for the crumbs while the kingdom collapses, mental health flex but your spirit is fractured
Echo chamber symphony, mass hysteria harmony, everybody screaming but nobody can hear me
Walking corpses in designer coffins coughing up the culture you adopted and auctioned
Selfie-stick prophets preaching peace while packing heat in the comment section, infection of projection
Digital gladiators, gladiatorial spectators, hating on the players while you bet on the spectacle
You virtue post then ghost when the real fire rises, disguises upon disguises, crisis after crisis
Narcissistic altruism, altruism that’s actually sadism in a mask of compassion
Everybody’s healer, everybody’s killer, everybody’s dealer of the same poison pill, son
Trend followers following trends into the trench, drenched in the stench of their own pretense
[Chorus]
You are all sick! Sick! Sick in the head!
You are all sick! Sick! Better off dead!
You are all sick! Marching in the sickness parade!
You are all sick! Rotting in the masquerade!
[Verse 2]
Social media sepsis spreading through the veins, dopamine fiends chasing dopamine dreams in chains
You love who you hate on a rotating plate, cancel the culture then participate
Pills for the feels, thrills for the reels, real is unreal when the mirror conceals
Collective delusion, mass confusion confusion, everybody guru but nobody’s improving
Sheep in wolf clothing quoting philosophers they never read, braindead in the bed of the algorithm fed
Trend chasers racing to the bottom of the barrel, moral high ground turned into a carousel
You pedestal the predators, cancel the correctors, protectors of the perverse while you lecture
Hypocrisy on steroids, steroids for the morally void, paranoid androids playing god on TikTok
Everybody’s expert with a keyboard and a complex, convex mirrors reflecting your defects
Consumption as identity, identity as commodity, nobody free, all chained to the novelty
You signal virtue while virtue’s on vacation, vacation from facing your own abomination
[Chorus]
You are all sick! Sick! Sick in the head!
You are all sick! Sick! Better off dead!
You are all sick! Marching in the sickness parade!
You are all sick! Rotting in the masquerade!
[Verse 3]
Fear merchants peddling panic in the public square, scare tactics crafted with meticulous care
You swallow the narrative, narrative narrative, parrot it proudly like it’s visionary
Sanctimonious sermons from the chronically ill, spiritual bypassing your own gaping skill
The blind leading the blindfolded, blindfolded leading the blind, all falling in the same ditch
You pedestal brokenness, brokenness as a badge, brag about your trauma like it’s currency cash
Therapeutic culture turned toxic vulture, circling the wounded for the next emotional puncture
Everybody damaged, everybody managed, everybody branded and perfectly packaged
Performative empathy, empty as the battery on your phone, alone in the crowd on your throne of bone
[Bridge]
And when the lights go out and the feed goes dry…
Will you recognize the maggots in your own eyes?
You are all sick…
We are all sick…
[Outro]
You are all sick… sick… sick…
Every single one of you…