Saline Solution

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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 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

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