My arms are covered in teeth marks

From hypodermic bouquets

Delivered on by the human pharmacy

My mind is lightyears away

I'm trying to fix my head

I'm trying to fix my broken brain

I'm trying to fix my head

I'm trying to fix me, so where is my fix?

My brain is covered in teeth marks

From hypodermic bouquets

Try to reach me in hundreds of frequencies

But i'm just too far away