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Keep it cold on the rocks for me

Who needs food with 100 proof of whiskey

Pass of death

I drink for fun the godless one

Addiction to the deadly one

To rob my breath

The lying age of liquid rage

To burn my soul from its rotten cage

And burn in hell

Need anesthesia craving some booze

Pulsating rain I ain't gonna lose

Don't want to think I just want to drink

I'm hearing voices scream bring me pain

Remember my name-drink the blood not in vain

Self destruction from grain-man made inhumane

Staring at the ceiling from a hospital bed

Condition critical and damn near dead

I shed a tear

Maybe I'll learn admit to my sin

But all I can think of is the taste of gin

I let death in

Cirrhosis of the liver thinning my blood

Regretting every minute but it sure tastes good

My death I choose

Sloe Death

My suicide I choose the way I died

Sloe Death

The quickest way to the other side

Sloe Death

Addiction to the godless deadly brew

Sloe Death

The only way for me and you