Looking Thru Bloodshot Eyes by Casualties
Fearful anxieties Increasing pain
my trembling hands can no longer sustain
I'm on the edge, I need to escape
the liquid enchant, I must embrace
ice cold beer flowing down my throat
detached, withdrawn, I feel remote
the creeping chill flows into my veins
mind and soul still tied with chains
MIND AND SOUL, TIED WITH CHAINS
I tell you
I never wanted it to be this way
I never wanted to impress
It finally arrives, the comfort of the place
rejected reason, courage, disgrace
It's possible my soul is okay
but i can't make my heart stand straight
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