Where Are My F*****g Pills?

Why don't you 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 paralyse him a little?"

Paranoid
Shut it out
Paranoid
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 9 to 5
With 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 your 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 my suicide
In too deep is just a state of mind

But I can come clean, oh, oh, oh
You can trust me, oh

Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you
Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom
Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Iero, James Dewees
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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