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#Ren #Sick #Boi #SickBoi #Lyrics #ThisLandCreations Follow Ren: Website: Tiktok: @renmakesmusic Lyrics: “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 heard of the trauma response?“ “Um, 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 downstream effect on our biology... Essentially... Your mind is making you sick“ Sick boy sick boy Bitten by a tick boy Looking for that fix boy Anabolic steroids Stem cell poster boy Pass out, white noise Quick fix, snake oil I'm about to break boy Oh, what a shame he's in pain have another go Take another pill, here, take a couple more Let see how your doing in another week or so You'll be feeling worse when the side effect'll show De-realization medical patient Loosing patience with the process Walking hand in hand with satan Complications with the medication 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 I but I never make sound I've been looking for a way out but I always seem to drown “Is this all making sense Ren?“ “Yeah, I think so“ “Good, what I propose we do is try to pinpoint the exact experiences From the past that are keeping you stuck What can you tell me about your childhood?“ “I can't really think...“ “Its 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 its not me, its the world that's sick We're given everything we need and we commodities it We consume, we destroy like we're parasitic Science tells us that its suicide and still we commit Im 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 cut throat I've been doing bits by myself swimming back stroke Walking on a tight rope 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 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 bleed in myself I bleed in my brain While I'm bleeding, I'm the reason 'Cause I'm doing the same
