"Being Dead Sounds Magnificent (BDSM)" lyrics

Dr. Mario, could you write me a script for something sweet?
I haven't been able to sleep in three whole weeks
I claw my eyes out as my woes begin to speak
Crack my damned head open, shove the camera in for a peek

Oh, Dr. Mario, are my vitals looking fine?
Could you explain the scars on my arms and legs or my lust to die?

Oh, Dr. Mario
Oh, Dr. Mario

What's wrong with me?
What's wrong with me?
What's so goddamn wrong with me?

Now Dr. Mario, you should know that this is nothing new
I've always been this confused with no idea what to do
Tried to blow my brains out, but nothing seems to work
Honestly, I'm just looking for something to manage all my hurt

"Then," says Dr. Mario, "Self medication is the key
Sell your things and lose contact with your friends and family
Then dope the pain out"

Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
(I'm going crazy)
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
(I'm going crazy)
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
(I'm going crazy)
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
Dr. Mario, what's wrong with me?
I'm going crazy
I'm going crazy

Fucking kill me