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Alcohol to cleanse my sin,my soul needs a savior, but the bottle is my friend It washes down all the pain,that I can’t swallow when I’m sober ,It heals my heart , because I’m insane. The devil lives at the bottom of a bottle , Tells me all the lies and all the dreams that I don’t follow. Whispers words that tell me I’ve gone mad, He says I’ve trampled on every love that I’ve had. I need a savior, but not in a can, I don’t need a idol of glass to tell me who I am
Who will I be today? A mystery, a scream, a nightmare or a dream. A fantastical demon flying on the winds of darkness? Will I close the door to the world outside? Will I call home the corner in which I hide? Will I beg forgiveness for the bridges burned? Will the coldness grip me from the world I spurned.? I will stay in the dungeon inside my mind, Chained and broken, forever locked away by madness who hold the key.
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