Текст песни Antipsychotic - Pyrophoria

I am god and this is my throne
I am the heretic throwing the stone
Swinging at the only voice I've known
There are people after me as I lie alone

I feel fine; I feel unwell
How many pills to fix me from the pills themselves

Chalk-white tongue, stuck in throat
The sleep is what I hate the most
To wake without the glorious jolt
I am two, never less or anywhere close
I am a cycler, a fighter, the doctors boast

I have died and come back in a host
I have died and come back in a host

I feel fine; I feel unwell
How many pills to fix me from the pills themselves