Alcohol and Alter Boys

There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you,

But I hate myself instead.

There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me.

I guess its wrong to live life so lifelessly.

Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.

I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.

And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.

No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.

There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat.

Now there's nothing left of me,

but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi.

Yes, I guess its wrong to live right.

Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees.

I guess thats what I should get for crawling back at your feet.

And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above.

No mercy for a soul thats just way too fucked up.

Leave me here to die