this tank needs some liquor
senseless, dirty 30 drinking money endless
muddled gray brain on the ethyl gripped at spendthrift
yet another blurred night limbs lead restless
wake up breathless, heart pound headless
lessen aches, brackish taste
floor embrace, race against
human innate, demons scraped
next to fact, kissing waste

paraphillia dripping 100 proof errors
dog hair antixilotic preparer
mixing liquids waiting for the shit to kick in
rat king dog hairs in the fucking kitchen
eroded alchemist amalgamate
distortion with a couple fucking cases, simulate embraces
warmth illusion in most frigid places

cold ones cracked perpendicular to progress
inhibition abortion like it's a fucking contest
born to lose, bitch i'm built to binge
undefeated when it comes to glass bottles in fridge
prefer shatter proof
and heavy use
until state induced
wading through the empties
waist high each another entry
in the bull shit cycle
of survival
in this hell hole
real or just perceived it doesn't matter much to me
cause once it's reached the point of need there is nothing to do but cede

straight to the head
till i'm dead
down the hatch
can't go back
escape for not enough minutes
seems like lately I've been on a mission
race to end position of condition
avoidance response to the system
plus personal flaws, not request to be absolved
lie down and rot, problem solved
future's looking bleak