Behind, beneath, below a certain Level of intoxication Hidden like a joyful bundle Prisoner of inebriation
If you had the chance Would you realize That every bitter drop Is clouding up your eyes And it's clouding up your eyes
The motive come of sympathy And portrait from the empathetic More than just a head is aching Now you are apologetic Wouldn't have the need to doubt you If your trappings weren't synthetic
And if you had the chance Would you realize That every bitter drop Is clouding up your eyes And if you stop to think Would you be surprised That it's clouding up your eyes And it's raining from your skies
You'll have to be the one To let you know What you already know You'll have to be the one To let you know To let you know
Don't pretend the scapegoat's heavy I see little stacked against you Don't invent another venom Self infliction will prevent you By the time you get this message Some poor notion might expect you
If you had the chance Would you realize That every bitter drop Is clouding up your eyes And if you stop to think Would you be surprised That every bitter drop Is clouding up your eyes And it's raining from your skies It's clouding up your eyes And it's draining your supplies
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