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