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Each bottle brings it to life,

And I die a little more....  I slip away further.

This hidden addiction steals me away.

Leaving many in shock at my behaviour....

Each moment I float in the stale beer, I drown a little further. ...

I die more and more...  slip further into the black depths.

Tears of sticky residues, last night's broken heart smeared on the couch.

The empty bottles like sport trophies, staining the home.

I have been here before.  I have been here so long, I forgot where the exit is located.

I can't tolerate this any more.  Wishing for sanity...

Each shot of liquor brings it alive more.  I die a little more.  Slip further away from it all.

I swallow the poisonous fires, ride the tides to the Gate Keeper.  I drift further into the black depths.

Fuck it all.  Blame it all.  Break it all.  I drown myself to escape the broken me.

All they see is the asshole drinker.  All they is the lashing anger.

No one sees the dying heart.  No one sees the broken man.  The dying man.

The man putting war against the life claiming addiction.

I rage, I drink, I cry, and I die in this frantic loneliness.

Heartache paints my face in residue tears....