Gin Lane Revisited

It’s absurd by design

How one can spend themselves to death, imbibe all that can be spent

Around it goes, on time

Being ill then rendered incomplete, the luring voice again from real deep

I’m moving slow, but know it’s only a ruse, pure show

I swear blind and cheat, I’ve oversold my own standards to meet

That’s life

Is this what all that meant, all that time spent trying to impress

Uniquely poised, yet indiscreet; a virtuoso in deceit

Debauched in mother’s eyes, seeking carnage pretending it’s fine

You wouldn’t say my life’s complete, but it’s the life I want to keep

I swear it’s holy show, I’ve sunk as far as I’ve been before

A grim plateau, but now’s the time to start swimming towards shore

It was all lies (It’s all lies, put up a fight but I must be dreamin I’m deep in)

But only sometimes (sometime you’ll recognise that the bottle keeps spinning right on you)

I’ve thrived

That’s life

If I’m saved I won’t stay

But I’m high enough to get an acquittal