I think I'm dying this time I’m not melodramatic I'm just pragmatic beyond any
Reasoning for thinking I've got Fuckin’ rabies, or something
* I think I'm dying this time I think I'm dying this time
I think I've lost my mind Blurring the fact and the fictions While simultaneously fixing
Myself up with a girl Named panadol
Bite the tablet, elixir Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer
If I could just break one more night Maybe I could wake up and feel alright
My optimistically set alarm clock time Serves only to mock me with flashing lights
I think I've made my choice Sit secluded in hatred Devoid of plans friends are making
I think I’ve made my choice I’m a leech, sucking blood bag Taste defeat, it's a sandbag
I think I’ve found my voice I sit secluded in hatred Devoid of plans friends are making
Saline solution Saline solution to all your
Saline solution Saline solution to all your problems