| I didn’t know I’m neurotic |
| I never thought I was scared of dying at all |
| I always thought my biggest fear would somehow be love related, not fentanyl |
| I can thank the addiction for that |
| With the additional countdown to a heart attack |
| When the beating comes from the irregular drum |
| I swear to every single God I’m done, it’s the last time |
| Everyone knows it’s a lie |
| By the time I’m feeling fine again |
| It’s just another line |
| And another line |
| All the parts we hate start adding up |
| Until we find ourselves with more regret than blood |
| The moment we don’t recognize the person inside our skin |
| We’re losing the fight, eaten alive by the cannibal within |
| In a major turn of events |
| It turns out I’m depressed |
| They say I use jokes and joy to avoid the realization |
| I can think of solutions for that |
| Just turn on the radio and cock it back |
| I just don’t wanna blow my brains out to Hotel California |
| All the parts we hate start adding up |
| Until we find ourselves with more regret than blood |
| The moment we can’t recognize the body we’re living in |
| We’re losing the fight, eaten alive by the cannibal within |
| That overwhelming feeling |
| The pressure in my chest |
| To swim against the sinking feeling |
| That today might be my last |
| But everything looks bigger |
| Through the mirror of the sea |
| Come see how lonely of a hunter |
| The heart tends to be |
| All the parts we hate start adding up |
| Until we find ourselves with more regret than blood |
| The moment we don’t recognize the person inside our skin |
| We’re losing the fight, eaten alive by the cannibal within |