Death Spells — Where Are My Fucking Pills?

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Why don’tcha punch him in the nose? Now, Billy
You’re talking just like an old-fashioned cowboy, Billy
What you mean is, why don’t you paralyze him a little?

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