I've been thinking I've worshipped enough
I built you an altar to throw myself off
But if the truth hurts then why tell it at all?
When the truth is I hate you, but I love you more
I want you to know this, my old confidant
I never changed cause it's the sick that I want
Born in Melbourne and raised by wolves
Beyond the jurisdiction of your earthly courts
Speak in code or don't speak at all
I'm turned upside and back around and sick on the floor
I want you to know this, my old confidant
I never changed cause it's the sick that I want