The room is spinning.
You're a ghost in appearance.
Close call mother fucker.
You're exactly what you despised.
"You need to stop this madness.
You almost threw your fucking life away."
One down, take a sip.
Count all the way to twenty,
and now the whole container's empty.
There's nothing left.
"When will this feeling end?
I'm so fucking ashamed of myself.
I promised this would never happen
And now I've proved I'm a failure to my words."
Look at her, you fuck.
Look into her eyes.
Now explain yourself.
I'm the ghost inside.
I will eat at your damnation.
You're a fucking fool.
But it's never too late to fix this.
Close call mother fucker.
Don't fuck this up again.
Who poisoned your thoughts?!
Did you feel your body?
Shutting down?
Close call mother fucker,
Explain yourself.
