In the shadow of degrading reality
Sits a man with warped thoughts
The words he seeks invaded by insanity
In a smoke filled room, pours another shot
For a mind tormented by drugs and alcohol
Once he was a child and as any child
Playing, happy, laughing innocent clarity
Wrong choices invaded the shadow of his darkness
Now he sits lonely only answers sought
He can only torment those tormented like himself
In false adulation trophies lay about a shelf
In reality he knows these are false accumulations
For in his solitude there is no one to share
The drugs no longer working faded dreams
The fire surrounds the room the devil waits
And I cannot care for it is the death of my father