Hypochondriac

No amount
Could change me now
Until they clean me out
For good

The hypochondriac
Burns his hands in the sink
Just to sit around and think
About his death

Well, hey... relax
Don't you see the good in life
Livin' doesn't happen twice
Or once for you

But, no amount
Of sanitizer now
Could clean my wretched soul
Could make my body
Whole

The hypochondriac
Boils himself in a f****** vat
And as his skin starts to peel back
He takes his final breath



Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Swain
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