I think this time I'm dying I’m not melodramatic I'm just pragmatic beyond any Reasoning for thinking I've got fuckin’ 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 light
I think I've made my choice I’m a disease playing victim Slip the fate, slip the victory
I think I’ve made my choice Sit secluded in hatred Devoid of plans friends are making
I think I've found my voice I’m a leech, sucking blood bags Taste defeat, it's a sandbag
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