Souls In Chains - Clear Liquids lyrics

(Esoterical) and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl (Esoterical) Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses control for me and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses control for me and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl (jD) Rest a**ured mother and father, your sons doing fine, stressed to d**h depressed in debt at the depth of regret, but mother and father rest a**ured, your sons doing fine, just a couple hard times, i'm trying to lay off the medication, i can swallow a handful with no effect, it's k**in' me, but i love it when my liver burns my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under the faucet, fade away the colors, problems lock in a closet, i can't stand, my head beats for days, i can't beat the pain, i never have, i've never had a drink, never been tipsy, i never will, truthfully, it really ain't me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the world confesses all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you can drink it down, but anger is all you got, I'll take your advice, and grow up to be whatever the f** you're not Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses control for me and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses control for me and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl (Esoterical) Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I take a bottle, take a swallow, and follow my hopes to nowhere, 80 proof and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost in the process of temporary memory loss, as I bury every heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot, and take another shot and just let my body drop, It's like my static, or really just another escape, a friend to numb the days that take too much for me to face, so I forget, and get lost in my decadence, and waste a night to let clear liquids k** my consciousness, screaming at the walls as if they could f**ing listen, too drunk to think, I can't even remember what I was even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for good luck to kick in, It's morning and I'm making confessions to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say I don't have an addiction, the hang over hits, and I'm almost convinced that I could follow through with it, my solutions only make me sick, my caustic thirst eventually hits quick, and I'm craving it like an addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle choking to swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I become another form of tragic. Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses control for me and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses control for me and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i crawl Isn't this the part where i stand by and watch the world fall I'm falin' fallin' apart, i'm fallin apart Isn't this the part where i stand by and watch the world fall (Esoterical) I don't glorify what i do to escape, but i don't completely regret it either. It's like Oscar Wilde said, "To regret one's own experience is to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experience is to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less than a denial of the soul."