M.A.D.D.

Last shot to burn a hole in my gut Thank you but I will not appease you My veins are on fire, I embrace the poison in my blood Try to stop me but I can't feel a thing Try to stop me I cant feel a fucking thing Pie-eyed and striving to drive Pie-eyed Always in excess, you'll reap what you sow The guilt is heavy and you're all on your own You feel so empty that you drink all alone The damage is done, and you won't make it home Lacerations from the steel purge the toxin from my blood I see no end fitting more, impaled through the heart like a man How could I live Conserve my spirits and absolve my soul Conserve my spirits and absolve my soul Why mourn for those who get what they ask for Why mourn for those who live their lives in vain