Lyrics Sick Boi - Ren
"Hi
Ren,
thank
you
for
coming
in
today"
"Thanks
for
seeing
me"
"Looking
at
your
file
here
"It
seems
there's
a
very
apparent
interplay
With
your
emotional
state
and
your
physical
body
Have
you
ever
heard
of
the
trauma
response?"
"I
don't
think
so"
"Basically,
our
bodies
can
get
stuck
in
a
negative
feedback
loop
Our
subconscious
can
repeat
patterns
from
the
past
Which
can
have
a
pretty
drastic
effect
in
our
biology
Essentially,
your
mind
is
making
you
sick"
Sick
boy,
sick
boy,
bitten
by
a
tick
boy
Looking
for
that
fix
boy,
anabolic
sterroroids
Stem
Cell
poster
boy,
pass
out,
white
noisе
Quick
fix,
snake
oil,
I'm
about
to
break
boy
Oh,
what
a
shame,
hе's
in
pain,
have
another
go
Take
another
pill,
here,
take
a
couple
more
Let's
see
how
you're
doing
in
another
week
or
so
You'll
be
feeling
worse
when
the
side
effects
will
show
De-realization,
medical
patient
Losing
patience
with
the
process,
walking
hand
in
hand
with
Satan
Complications
with
the
medications,
inflammation,
dehydration
Inhalation
aggravation,
building
up
a
toleration
Drown
sucker,
drown
sucker,
drown
sucker,
drown
I've
been
feeling
like
I'm
drowning
with
my
feet
upon
the
ground
I've
been
screaming,
I've
been
shouting,
but
I
never
make
a
sound
I've
been
looking
for
a
way
out,
but
I
always
seem
to
drown
"Is
this
all
making
sense,
Ren?"
"Uh,
yeah,
I
think
so"
"Good
What
I
propose
we
do
is
we
try
to
pinpoint
the
exact
experiences
From
the
past
that
are
keeping
you
stuck
What
can
you
tell
me
about
your
childhood?"
"Um,
I
can't
really
think"
"It's
okay
if
nothing
comes
up
right
away
What
I'd
like
you
to
do
is
take
some
deep
breaths
with
me
In,
and
out.
In,
and
out"
"Good,
now
tell
me
the
first
thing
that
comes
to
your
mind"
I
feel
like
it's
not
me,
it's
the
world
that's
sick
We're
given
everything
we
need
and
we
commoditize
it
We
consume,
we
destroy,
like
we're
parasitic
Science
tells
us
that
it's
suicide,
and
still
we
commit
I'm
not
sick,
we
are
sick,
we
are
standing
on
a
cliff
In
the
name
of
progress,
we
jump
off
the
precipice
I'm
not
sick,
I'm
the
virus,
you're
the
virus,
hypocrite
How
can
you
sit
there
with
that
smile
on
and
tell
me
that
I'm
sick?
Sick
boy,
sick
boy,
looking
for
a
fix
boy
Push
it
down
in
public,
quick,
pose
for
the
pic,
boy
Record
label
meetings
that
commodify
your
gift,
boy
Why
you
so
upset?
Don't
you
wanna
be
a
rich
boy?
Fuck
no,
industry
is
cutthroat
I've
been
doing
bits
by
myself
swimming
backstroke
Walking
on
a
tightrope,
rapping
with
a
slit
throat
The
way
that
we
persist
is
like
the
ending
of
a
bad
joke
As
the
people
evolve,
we're
complacent
to
assailants
And
we
do
what
we're
told
Counter-intelligence,
a
sight
to
behold
Rape
the
Earth
of
all
resources,
and
we
bleed
it
for
gold
And
we
bleed
it
for
wealth,
we
bleed
it
for
fame
But
when
you
bleed
it,
can
you
tell
me
what
the
fuck
will
remain?
And
I'm
bleeding
myself,
I'm
bleeding
my
brain
While
I'm
bleeding,
I'm
the
reason
'cause
I'm
doing
the
same
1 Seven Sins
2 Sick Boi
3 Animal Flow
4 Money Game, Pt. 3
5 Lost All Faith
6 Genesis
7 Murderer
8 Suic*de
9 Illest Of Our Time
10 Love Music, Pt. 4
11 Uninvited
12 What You Want
13 The Hunger
14 Down On The Beat (feat. Viktus)
15 Masochist
16 Loco
17 Wicked Ways
18 Sick Boi, Pt. 2
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