my throat burns with pleasure
my heart screams to me its plea
i know what i hold is no treasure
oh but how happy it will make me

a mockery this liquid makes of me
and my body is no longer mine to control
it shelters me from any painful memory
it gives to me a false sense of whole

but when this poison is gone
pain is still alive and well
once under the influence, no more than a pawn
and willingly your soul you will sell

any measure will we take
to avoid pain of all sorts
whether it is leaving hurt feelings in our wake
or drowning ourselves in the fiendish quarts

Do you think that alcohol helps you
to me it is no surpise
i once believed the lies too
open your eyes