Stop quoting Nietzche, just try to let it be.
Quiet your bleeding heart, and come running to me.
Spin the bottle, and dive on in.
Step on up, take one on the chin.
Who cares, if we wake up late?
Come, my dear, take the bait.
Pop the top, and tip it back,
Ill give you everything that you lack.
Got a bad past? Well that’s ok,
I’ll keep all of your demons at bay.
A bitter taste, for a sweet release.
From everything, with which you can’t seem to make peace.
Dixie cups, and the finest crystal.
All vessels, for the sirens call.
So follow your ears, join the race
For the sweet, sweet liquid release.