You already told me bout a million fuckin' times,

That if i keep on going like this, i wont be fine.

With the noose around my neck i try to climb up the rope,

But putting trust in myself right now is a slippery fucking slope.

I wanna run and run and run away, from myself first and foremost,

'cause what i do to have some fun is a death-sentence for most.

I'm done with the bullshit, I'm done with the lies,

Pass me the bottle, in vino veritas.

Can’t stress this enough, can't do more to emphasize,

Rather have a bottle in front of me, than a prefrontal lobotomy.

What is there to gain, to be crowned as the king,

Of beggars, thieves and miscreants who ruin everything.

Like a stowaway in my own mind, I let my life pass on through,

As you act upon the throne, also the throne acts upon you.

It's a role bestowed on me, to be the hole that swallows all,

For friends take drugs, 'til drugs take friends, so I'll save them a downfall.

I'm done with the bullshit, I'm done with the lies,

Pass me the bottle, in vino veritas.

Can’t stress this enough, can't do more to emphasize,

Rather have a bottle in front of me, than a prefrontal lobotomy.

I'm done with the bullshit, I'm done with the lies,

Pass me the bottle, in vino veritas.

Can’t stress this enough, can't do more to emphasize,

Rather have a bottle in front of me, than a prefrontal lobotomy.