Living in a bottle
Controlled by a drink
I need it to cope
Without it I sink

Held up to sublime
Hath my soul
King substance my shepherd
My mind he stole

Wishes to try
Curse to apply
Hands of sin
Where I lye

Lost and careless
Dug my grave
Life’s fearless
Will to save

Dreams transcend
This bottle my friend
Lifelines depend
AA’s to attend

Lost from myself
Screaming for you
Thought I knew
Now ask who

Hands of sin
Belong to this crime
Bottle moist these lips
Mix addictive lime

Collapse to the shore
Crawl away from the pain
Grip my ocean floor
Follow these veins

Leadeth my eye to wickedness
Lyeth me beside troubled waters
Walk through fields of poverty
Robeth his sons and daughters

My sin, this treason
My bottle of reason
Runneth through these lips
Comfort through every sip

Dwell in this house
The darkness, a stalker
Same mist to douse
Addiction, my talker

Fill the cup that clears
Turn my world gray
Disguise my fears
Wash myself away

Under this control
I shall always want
Make me whole
Without it, all taunt

I’m an addict, a hypocrite
A liar, a cheat
I can’t help myself
Just make ends meet

I’m crying for help
No one seems to hear
I grab onto the bottle
The only thing near

My addiction, my weight
Turns life to hate
Reality can’t relate
Dependent to sedate

Dying in a bottle
Controlled by a drink
My soul feels so empty
With this I will sink
 
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