Lyrics: William Gold
Music: William Gold
One two three and four
I think this time i'm dying
I'm not melodramatic
I'm just pragmatic beyond any
Reasoning for thinking I've got fking 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
My optimistically set alarm clock time
Serves only to mock me with flashing lights
I think i've made my choice
I'm a deceased playing victim
Slip the face, slip the victory
I think i've made my choice
Sit secluded in hatred
Void the plans friends are making
I think i've found my voice
I'm a leech sucking 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