Saline Solution

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 fiction

Whilst 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 fate slip the victory

I think I've made my choice

Sink 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

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