Behind, beneath, below a certain
Level of intoxication
Hidden like a joyful bundle
Prisoner of inebriation
If you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And its clouding up your eyes
The motive come of sympathy
And portrait from the empathetic
More than just a head is aching
Now you are apologetic
Wouldnt have the need to doubt you
If your trappings werent synthetic
And if you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And if you stop to think
Would you be surprised
That its clouding up your eyes
And its raining from your skies
Youll have to be the one
To let you know
What you already know
Youll have to be the one
To let you know
To let you know
Dont pretend the scapegoats heavy
I see little stacked against you
Dont invent another venom
Self infliction will prevent you
By the time you get this message
Some poor notion might expect you
If you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And if you stop to think
Would you be surprised
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And its raining from your skies
Its clouding up your eyes
And its draining your supplies
