I must admit it seems I’ve misplaced my cool.
As all my demons have caught up,
And I’m playing their fool.
Its not as easy as it all may seem,
When your nightmares are creeping up into you dreams.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
I’ve got this feeling a fear of the unknown.
As my lungs they collapse,
And my rib cage implodes.
As they draw closer now my skin torn to shreds,
At this rate it’ll be no time before I am dead.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
Now a moment of clarity amongst the obscene.
As a break in the wind allows me to breath.
I wipe clear my eyes,
Amongst the blurs I see.
That these demons ripping my flesh are mirror images,
Of me.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
And the whisky hits the rocks.
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