Emotionless as ****.
Every motion out of love
Has been terminated. Drowned by all these shots I’m pouring up.
I’m so vibrant in my zone,
But in reality I’m stuck.
And I’m getting throwed alone;
In my totality I ****.
But I can’t stand to live straight,
So this bottle is my crutch.
So I just keep tossing shots until I feel I’ve had enough.
But enough never comes so the turn up is so infinite
That even when I black out the liquor moves to my ligaments.
And even when I’m numb, my body is still feeling it.
And even when I’m done, my will just gets to giving in,
And drains another bottle.
And through this hollow bottle
I see the me I once was and the me that’s now a problem.
And there’s no solution to this problem and this problem is now solemn.
I thought I could control him but now I just don’t got him.
And I asked the Lord for answers but no matter how I holler
His response never made shore.
And this relationship I paid for
With faith and good religion is now distant from my brain core.
So now my faith’s endangered,
And the one I called my savior
Hasn’t saved me in a while, so me and God become strangers.