Из альбома: Honor Is Dead

I call it a phase, I call it a phase
The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain
I call it a phase, I call it a phase
When no one’s looking
I’m taking all I can
I kiss the bottle until I can’t stand
I wake up grieving
By noon I won’t care
I count the minutes 'till I start again
Oh what have I become?
How have I come undone?
What feels the hollow?
This is the vein of money
So hard to swallow
The facts I need to be free
I call it a phase, I call it a phase
The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain
I call it a phase, I call it a phase
Unturned to toll in and now I’m in to sing
I’m in control, I’m in for a drink
My compass spinning
I’ve been making mistakes
You can not hurt when you can not feel a thing
Oh what have I become?
I have come undone
What feels the hollow?
This is the vein of money
So hard to swallow
The facts I need to be free
What feels the hollow?
This is the vein of money
(I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
I think it’s killing me The patches hurt me I won’t remember a thing
I trade in, I can force some empathy
I wake up grieving
By noon I won’t care
I count the minutes 'till I start again
Oh what have I become?
What feels the hollow?
This is the vein of money
So hard to swallow
The facts I need to be free
(I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
What feels the hollow?
(The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)
This is the vein of money
(I call it a phase, I call it a phase)
So hard to swallow
(The bottles, the bottles are killing the pain)
The facts I need to be free

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