Where Are My Sleeping Pills? - Tilman Sillescu, Markus Schmidt, Jochen Flach

Paranoid, so paranoid, shut it out, I’m on self-destruct

I can’t deal with the pains in my head

Medicate the suffocation with bullshit arrogance

I’m in love with a suicide

In too deep is just a state of mind

Self-sedation is my fucking 9 to 5

With a death obsession working overtime

I can’t get clean, some scars won’t leave, I won’t come clean

Paranoid, feed the void, running low, I’m so fucking weak

Shit gets real when your friends end up dead

Lying in a puddle on the side of the bed

But nothing says I love you like a capital crime

I’m praying for injection instead of 25

I can’t take this fucking noose on my neck

Barbiturate, Percocet, caffeinated suspect

I’m in love with my suicide

Playing the victim is such a waste of time

Medicating to keep yourself alive

Autopilot drug sick kicks into overdrive

I won’t come clean, I won’t come clean

Paranoid, just feed the void, shut it out, this mic’s set to stun

I can’t deal with the pains in my head

Medicate the suffocation with bullshit arrogance

I’m in love with a suicide

In too deep is just a state of mind

But I can come clean

You can trust me

Rest your hopes on my lips and taste my venom

Let my sorrow weigh you down and feed upon you