Du coup

Look at me you can't see thru me Those dark clouds always cover up Toward every countless directions They don't fade, they don't fade in any way Liquor by liter been poured Till i barely stand on the floor Wonder how can I still get here And not at the summit of the hill Sun now faces me up Never saw it this way before The ascension gets to a pitch long and miserable a twisted bitch I can't lay myself on the floor The next round I will take No/ More I will go further away Better stay away from me Nothing of what somebody need Your kind is everything of a bad seed