My thoughts are made of poison
Slowly but surely killing me
The more I drink from this bottle
Of sparkling blue liquid
The more my heart races
-You could stop drinking, you know?-
I could but the thrill is worth the pain

Poison is consuming my body
My brain to my heart
I'm sipping from this bottle
Because its all I can do
Slowly poising myself
So that I can feel the high
That comes when
Your body decides to give up

Poison dripping from my mouth
Falling where it pleases
Releasing all emotion
Back to where it came from
To that glass bottle.