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
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
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Writer(s): Nathan Swain
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