I walk into this den of lions,
hungry whores and liars lying.
Green light shines upon my talons,
and I am where my kind belongs.
No way to break this tie that binds us;
wicked, wretched weave inside us;
living, breathing, breeding virus,
and I am right within the wrong.
The Sirens sound, the dark surrounds me,
Hounds of Hell, they maul and mount me.
Devils pour the whiskey down me,
drown me in their emerald sin.
Yet when I wake alone tomorrow,
poisoned by regret and sorrow,
deep in debt; no love to borrow,
it’s off to Hell I’m bound again.
(...about a bar)