Feel like shit and the bottle is empty again
Intestines are on fire
And darkness creeping closer
Dead tired but sleep is miles away
Can't remember the last time I was sober
Nor the last time I got laid
This bed reeks of piss, shit and sweat
Can't move even if I wanted
All I can see are demons and death
Slowly passing his days
To have lost in so many ways
Lost it all
Nothing more to f*ck up
The rest of living was high enough