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 fucking 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 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-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.