Slut Ass Bitch Lyrics

Where's the nearest fortuneteller?
I haven't been able to think straight for the past 6 months.
It was the hottest day with the longest sleep that I realized that I'm afraid of other humans.
Maybe the problem is the layer of resin caked to my brain, or the gallons of alcohol that flow through my veins.
Are these the reasons why I can't figure out what's real?
When I'm happy I need to be happier, when I'm low I need to be lower.
I'll admit, I do have a fixation with death, I wouldn't mind killing others and taking their lives.
Imagine the feeling, Imagine taking the life away from another human.
Imagine taking your own life.
To understand the truth.
To discover the reason; to know what the purpose of our existence is.
Oh just cleanse me, so I can no longer throw myself.
Then save me because I can no longer adapt.