A shot of sin
Took my fourth shot of sin while sitting at the bar
As I feel it start to hit, I reminisce on past scars
The one that cut the deepest is the one I focus on
I ask for another shot, as the hatred becomes strong
The liquor turned me to anger
Or did it turn me into myself?
There is no right answer
Only the question, "Who can help"?
My negative gives me strength because I'm use to the taste
No turning back now, that would simply be a waste
The bigger the tragedy the more I feed
The smaller the positive the less I believe
There is no crossroad, just a straight path
Bathing in sin, while I sharpen my dark craft
If he who is without sin cast the first stone
Then I shall be the last one laughing by the boulder, all alone
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