I've got sick in my mouth
I've got blood on my face
This flesh I'm made feels like a waste
Clocks point to learning my lesson
But I could never really tell the time
I guess I never felt the tension
But the bell has always chimed
I've drunk myself into a dead end again
How the hell do I still have friends?
Give me more to numb the pain
The cycle of misery starts again
I've got sick in my mouth
I've got blood on my face
This flesh that I am made
Feels like a fucking waste
I'm sinking lower than the vodka right down my throat
I'm drinking slower, now I realise what I have broke
What I had fucking broke
I've drunk myself into a dead end again
How the hell...?
Shot the poison with my roulette brain
Picture's blurry, I'm out of frame
The bottle's empty and so am I
My mind is toasted, I'm electrified
I've got sick in my mouth
I've got blood on my face
This flesh that I am made
Feels like a fucking waste
Feels like a fucking waste
I'm
I'm sinking lower than the vodka right down my throat
I'm drinking slower, now I realise what I had broke
Last orders at the bar
A sip of reality
And I'll be barred
Give me more to numb the pain
Pour me
My last
Orders
