Wanna know where your liver is?
Just soak the damn thing with any over 40% alcoholic shite
Then sit back, relax
You'll find out how many colours your tummy can hold
And how its juices change them all
Just soak the damn thing with any over 40% alcoholic shite
Then sit back, relax
You'll find out how many colours your tummy can hold
And how its juices change them all
Sitting half dead there
Loo floor, holding the bog
Watching your dignity
Being thrown up
About to turn into
What you have always
Wanted to be
Now you're so close
You're no longer so sure
A walk by the sea
Take me for a walk by the sea
It erases anything that is not worth having in mind
Oh it could've been my ruin
But I found a door and stepped outside
When the fermenting ocean inside
Was beginning to run dry
Lying down dead, the sand
Another wave comes and strokes my hand
And opens an eye that spots
Between two clouds a gap
What's up?
Who's down?
What comes next?
I kneel down
What's up there?
Don't know
This is the end of the faith I never thought I had
(Do you still call your trigger alcohol? After you once I named mine, but I found a door and stepped outside)
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