I sat down at a table with all of these people on my back
I cracked open a bottle of sin, unhinged my locks
Believe it or not, every one of them started to talk
Carefully treading, as once they open their mouths
I fear these hydra heads will never retract
Once you walk out of that blue and into the black
There's no turning back.
From the dark corner of this table, the bottle was passed,
As Mortality poured himself a glass.

He showed me his family, showed me his life
Rolled up his pant so I'd see twenty needle scars on his right
Putting his hand to my heart, making it slow
Before stopping completely, he looked in my eyes and let go.
His skin was scratched raw and hands felt cold as ice
Before passing the bottle he said just three words
"Don't think twice"

The next man to take a sip, was the waiter
With bags under his eyes and tattered shoes
He'd seen success but also knew how to sing the blues
His mind was taxed with stress
His credit was maxed with debt
But still saw the world he was blessed
He gave a small smile as he walked
And laughed his troubles away

The last person to join my scene
Was a child unsure of where he'd been
But saw this place with such realistic clarity,
He rarely trusted the strangers before him
Getting lost in his world of papers and pens
Just pretending that this was a good time to live
In a cage of a mind that rattled through the night.
Before all my demons disappeared, he pulled at my shirt
And whispered "It's going to be alright"