9 AM, goddamn pain
Striked into my head
Shakes of body as a gain
I wish I was dead
The deadly flow of Acheron
Washing out wasted cells
Goodbye f*cking neurons
All hail to Alcohol's spells
Creeping to the outdoors
I can feel the taste of bile
All this draff knows no remorse
Time to womit stomach dry
It still hurts my entity
Clouded mind digests yet
Satan smiles inside of me
Shaking hands I'm looking at
It's not ok, two hours past
But the pain is still inside
No, the last night wasn't LAST
Alcoholics never dies
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