The bottom of the bottle, it gives hope to those who dare. The bottom of the bottle, the only face that's staring back is the one that's always there. When you taste the bottles spirt, you fulfil your hopes and dreams. then the end of the bottle it approaches.. So you can live out your hopeless screams. Anytime I feel so down, your ready and your there. will you taste another plane, or get lost in the bottles despair. Where will you go with the things inside? what will you see soon? Will you climb through the ocean waves? Or step foot on the face of the moon? Or will your spirt crumble, without a reason why? The bottle remembers the faces of the loved ones, you never said goodbye. The bottle offers more than life, but some get lost in her mist. The bottle.. her offer seems so beautiful when your merry and your ******. But heed my warning, for who you say, is this man standing with his bottle by day? I am a soul lost through in her despair. How I pray I never find you there.