"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