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Limited Edition Goodbye Blue Monday - "The Sickness. The Shame" CDEP
Compact Disc (CD) + Digital Album
Limited edition CDEP version of "The Sickness. The Shame" by Goodbye Blue Monday. Comes with lyric sheet and digital download code. All band proceeds donated to Samaritans.
Includes unlimited streaming of The Sickness, The Shame
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lyrics
Another panic attack in a crowded place,
Another lightness night in an empty space.
I know I’m ill and they’re not laughing at me,
But I can’t shake the feeling they just might be.
Another day, I can’t sit down or I can’t get up,
Another day where I can’t talk or I talk too much.
Can’t shake the feeling that nobody,
Knows the sickness, the shame, inside of me.
I am a cigarette waiting to be burned,
I’m a malignancy waiting to be confirmed.
I am a dark cloud waiting to clutch the sky.
I am a terminal case waiting to die.
I am a sharpened blade waiting to taste flesh,
I am a loading screen waiting to be refreshed.
I am a fresh cadaver waiting to rot,
I’m a throbbing temple waiting to be shot.
Another panic attack in a crowded place,
Another lightness night in an empty space.
I know I’m ill and they’re not laughing at me,
But I can’t shake the feeling they just might be.
Another day, I can’t sit down or I can’t get up,
Another day where I can’t talk or I talk too much.
Can’t shake the feeling that nobody,
Knows the sickness, the shame, inside of me.
I could try to crawl on, I could try to get by,
I could try to suppress these violent desires.
I don’t think I’ve got the nerve, don’t even think I could try,
But, I’ve got a few arteries and a kitchen knife.
I’ve got no self-pity and no self-respect,
I think about suicide more than I think about sex.
I guess that probably means that I’m truly sick,
I guess it probably means I’m just a bipolar prick.
Another panic attack in a crowded place,
Another lightness night in an empty space.
I know I’m ill and they’re not laughing at me,
But I can’t shake the feeling they just might be.
Another day, I can’t sit down or I can’t get up,
Another day where I can’t talk or I talk too much.
Can’t shake the feeling that nobody
Knows the sickness, the shame, the reality,
The repulsion, the pain, the hostility,
The self-loathing, the torture, the misery,
That feeds the sickness, the shame inside of me.
Lying inside of me.
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