Self-induced comasHazy memories of the night beforeWHere « only one more drink »Meant many several moreStill lifeIt paints the scene of alchohol and nicotinethe greatest freinds there’s ever beenLike the sharpest guillotineOne truth, one wayYou hurt every daySeems sad, so clearA change is needed hereSo it’s time to face the fearOf dealing with myselfAnd all these foolish gamesThat keep life incompleteBut as you walk on byYou never say goodbyeit leaves the bitter tasteof feeling obsoleteRecovery, responsibilities seems easier in dreamsthe path chosen to take makes you weak in the kneesResist the private hellOf the habit’s cruel carouselThat keeps spinning roundWhere it stops, no-one can tellSo it’s time to face the fearOf dealing with myselfAnd all these foolish gamesThat keep life incompleteBut as you walk on byYou never say goodbyeit leaves the bitter tasteof feeling obsoleteFall prey to all the tricksBy charlatans and hereticsthat try to drag you to the pastWhere the demons still existSelf medicate the catatonic stateFrom lifting one more glassBut clarity may never help this sickness passSo it’s time to face the fearOf dealing with myselfAnd all these foolish gamesThat keep life incompleteBut as you walk on byYou never say goodbyeit leaves the bitter tasteof feeling obsolete