Sitting, drinking 80 proof
Someone told me at the bottom would be all my answers and truth
Whiskey burns my throat, my mind is swimming
Fighting the fog, its a battle I'm not winning
The Devil, He's sitting on my shoulder, just grinning
He knows where I'm headed, knows this is only the beginning
The bottles getting lighter, thoughts start to flatline
Its only a matter of time
Everything goes black
I wake up on the floor carpet lines all over my back
Sunlight burns my eyes, my mind is screaming
I have no answers only more questions
The Devil He's sittin on my shoulder laughing, fuckin demon
All I'm doin is pissin 80 proof
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