There's this liquid straight from the bottle,
That honestly makes me feel awful,

But it takes away my flowing conscious,
without it everything is nonsense,

It's a strange liquid that makes my feelings stronger,
And in doing so it makes me warm like my skin is fur,

Soothing, right down to the touch!
Although everything turns black when I've drank too much!

My mind is an ever-flowing mountain of idea's in the shape of streams,
From all these things I see day to day, and  past to past I can still feel you're still inside of my dreams,

Go and and go away,
Please God, I cannot stray

I breathed you in,
your addictive tasteful sin,

My darling was the medication I needed,
To stop the hallucinations that I once succeeded,

To the touch it feels me and I- hurt,
When I'm drinking and I'm feeling, everyone compares me to the dirt.