I think I'm dying this time I'm not melodramatic I'm just pragmatic beyond any Reasoning for thinking I've got fucking rabies or something I think I'm dying this time I think I'm dying this time ♪ I think I've lost my mind Blurring in the fact and the frictions While simultaneously fixing myself up with a girl named Panadol Bite the table 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 Sink secluded in hatred Void the plans friends are making I think I've made my choice I'm a leech sucking blood bag Taste defeat it's a sandbag I think I've found my voice A sink secluded in hatred Void the plans friends are making Saline solution Saline solution to all your– Saline solution Saline solution to all your problems