Death Spells - Where are my fucking pills? | Текст песни

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'Where are my fucking pills?'
Paranoid, so paranoid, shut it out, I'm on self-destruct.
I can't deal with the pains in my head.
Medicate the suffocation with bullshit arrogance.
I'm in love with a suicide
In too deep is just a state of mind.
Self-sedation is my fucking 9 to 5
With a death obsession working overtime.
I can't get clean, some scars won't leave, I won't come clean.
Paranoid, feed the void, running low, I'm so fucking weak.
Shit gets real when your friends end up dead.
Lying in a puddle on the side of the bed.
But nothing says I love you like a capital crime.
I'm praying for injection instead of 25
I can't take this fucking noose on my neck.
Barbiturate, Percocet, caffeinated suspect
I'm in love with my suicide
Playing the victim is such a waste of time.
Medicating to keep yourself alive
Autopilot drug sick kicks into overdrive.
I won't come clean, I won't come clean.
Paranoid, just feed the void, shut it out, this mic's set to stun.
I can't deal with the pains in my head.
Medicate the suffocation with bullshit arrogance.
I'm in love with a suicide
In too deep is just a state of mind.
But I can come clean,
You can trust me.
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you.