Speedball

You want to know what grows inside my head You make incisions with a rusty can You judge me by the standards that you set A perfect world built by a hypocrite You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick Everything you never see in me Pre-decided by your blinded eyes Blinkered visions from a narrow mind Fuels your anger and the wrath inside You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick You make me sick, you make me sick, you make me sick Sick, sick, sick, sick --- Speedball - Therapy?