1, 2, 3 and 4
I think this time I'm dying
I'm not melodramatic, I'm just pragmatic beyond any
Reasoning for thinking I've got fu*kin' rabies or something
I think this time I'm dying
I think this time I'm dying
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
I think I've lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind
If I could just break one more night
Maybe I could wake up and feel alright
I optimistically set alarm clock times
Serves only to mock me with flashing lights
I think I've made my choice
I'm a disease playing victim
Slip the face slip the victory
I think I've made my choice
Sick, secluded and hatred
Void the plans friends are making
I think I've found my voice
I'm a leech-su*king blood bags
Taste defeat, it's a sandbag
Saline solution
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your problems