Open Your Eyes

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