I'm breathing...are you breathing too?

I'm breathing...are you breathing too?

There is no Odyssey.
Theres no Penelope,
just maids and suitors.
Take this gun from me.
Let all the angels see,
this intoxicated, barely breathing
debauchery.

And they all come marching in,
with the mass artillery,
and they wont consider thee.
Youre nothing but a 
cocktail hour with an open bar,
and the dance floor is 
begging for your feet.
The maids all the ruminate.
Your intentions dissipate.
12 rounds for 12 shots at the bar
you just had to take.