Will you never know how much you fall away
with every sip you intake?
the bottle says Rolling Rock, 33
but there's more than that inside
I'm watching you
I'm seeing how destructive some things are
if you could see yourself
the way I see you
that paper bag with beer inside would not be with you
Satan hides in the corner
having a laughing fit
as you unknowingly are thrown onto
a bed of nails
the blood flows
you don't notice
you killer
you consumer
Killing this night
killing this friend
the more you have, the more you kill (the real friend I know)
Wake up to a pile of vomit
that sounds like fun
across the hall, a broken figure
let's have some more
down the steps, shattered glass
we're not finished yet
down the steps, shattered lives.
