The Alcoholik

Pick up and shake in the wind Shed your resource and keep it down, trashed Trashed, trashed, trashed Don't make it right, don't move it in Put it in the mouth, and swallowed the whole Smashed, smashed, smashed, smashed It makes all the f**king sense to me And could it make all the sense to you? Let it ride Because there ain't no winning in this one, right I try to facilitate, whine in restoration Blown Blow through the prime of life Numb all the senses down Project your fear of heights Onto untravelled ground Fry hallucinate, pry investigate Blow through the prime of life Numb all the senses down Project your fear of heights Onto untravelled ground Pitfalls of grief, on all that displayed on the ground out Prophetically speaking the wilted unformulated