Wanna know where your liver is? Just soak the damn thing with any over 40% alcoholic shite Then sit back, relax You'll find out how many colours your tummy can hold And how its juices change them all Sitting half dead there Loo floor, holding the bog Watching your dignity Being thrown up About to turn into What you have always Wanted to be Now you're so close You're no longer so sure A walk by the sea Take me for a walk by the sea It erases anything that is not worth having in mind Oh it could've been my ruin But I found a door and stepped outside When the fermenting ocean inside Was beginning to run dry Lying down dead, the sand Another wave comes and strokes my hand And opens an eye that spots Between two clouds a gap What's up? Who's down? What comes next? I kneel down What's up there? Don't know This is the end of the faith I never thought I had (Do you still call your trigger alcohol? After you once I named mine, but I found a door and stepped outside)