Send a priest to save my soul, forget it
Send a doctor, take my pulse, forget it
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic, redemption

Now I'm waking to pains and shaking
My guts are rotting out, I'm slurring my speeches
For fun and forget you now
Baptismal pool of my sleeping mouth

I apologize for these transgressions
Wish I could say that I learned my lesson
But the bottle, she's calling to this sickness that lives with me

All these hungry, angry mouths, forgiven
Silenced, belly-up for a round, forgiven
Feeling it too hard is the poison to the heart of a cynic, redemption

Regarding my wishes, washed me clean
Ring me out over and over again
Just promise to save my place in your disgrace

A riot can start with fuck all abounds
A measure of apathy so proud
A promising son or a drunken sound
Is the distance between you and I so far?

So long to vitriol, the 'fuck you's, the chain and ball
Forget it


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