Lyrics It Makes Me Sick - Slaves

It makes me sick, it turns me on
I've got a problem, I know it's wrong
Pleasure and pain and glowing lights
I'm undecided and I'm conflicted all the time
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It turns me on (It turns me on)
It turns me on (It turns me on)
It turns me on (It turns me on)
It turns me on
I don't wanna think about it
Money's out of my control
What's it gonna take for me
To dig myself out of this hole?
I don't wanna look away but I don't wanna see
It's a [?] curiosity
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It makes me sick (It makes me sick)
It turns me on (It turns me on)
It turns me on (It turns me on)
It turns me on (It turns me on)