(What's To Lose) When Your Best Friend's A Noose.
Woke up
Viciously head swelled
Choke up
Ambitiously dead, compelled
Muting all voices
Falling for sedating nooses
Accepting diluted choices
With awaiting excuses
Void of dignity
Pushed to the brink of control
Feeling guilty
Enough to sink into a hole
Where dreams go to die
Consumed in doubt
It doesn’t matter how hard you try
You’re never getting out
You’ll find yourself every-fucking-day
Stumbling around drunk
Trying to find a fucking way
To stop crumbling down sunk
Full of pawn shop promises
Shit faced, flat on your ass
Spitting all your promises
Out the ass end of a glass
Shit: You’re stuck in it
The bottle’s made you comply
Fuck it
Just die