Saline Solution Songtext
von Wilbur Soot

One, two, three and four

I think this time I′m dying
I'm not melodramatic
I′m just pragmatic beyond any
Reasoning for thinking I've got fucking rabies or something

I think this time I'm dying
I think this time I′m dying

I think I′ve lost my mind
Blurring the fact and the fiction
Whilst simultaneously fixing
Myself up with a girl named Panadol
Bite the tablet, elixir
Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer

I think I′ve lost my mind
I think I've lost my mind


If I could just break one more night
Maybe I could wake up and feel alright
My optimistically set alarm clock time
Serves only to mock me with flashing lights

I think I′ve made my choice
I'm a deceased playing victim
Slip the fate slip the victory
I think I′ve made my choice
Sink secluded in hatred
Void the plans friends are making
I think I've found my voice
I'm a leech sucking blood bags
Taste defeat, it′s a sandbag

Saline solution
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your
Saline solution to all your
Problems