Here's the thing with self-medicating
You live for the highs, you die from the aching
Oh, how I enjoy the burn
Once it's on there's no return
The rumours you've heard,
each one is true
The partying's excessive, the methods all but new
If it ain't broke, don't you fix it
No goddamn advice from the backseat
Six-string razorcuts
Afterparty clusterfucks
Embracing the clichs, living the life
Think fast, look alive
These scars in my skin mark a time
and a place
A band of brothers,
a punch in the face
And I refuse to regret these
Fuck no, I refuse to regret these
Not about to slow down the pace
To hold back would be a disgrace
Ain't getting any younger here
Gotta get it all out before we disappear
Sex N' Satan baby
