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Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned?
In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms
My souls gone till dawn, because this is what the bottles drawn
My drools thickened, my rooms spinnin, i'm puke spittin
I'm sinning, the reflections grinning, I'm sickened
Bliss missing, friendship killing, family splitting
From shootin liquids, that soothed but smitten'd
See it was liquid venom, cause i'd never
Say a sentence that would ruin and wrecken with given vengeance...
It was the Gibson sippin' me slippin' mind twistin'
Devil kickin' him livin', I the victim...
Used like a tool or weapon
The drug investin'to my depression
Runnin' with the hell and heaven's
Me testin' my agression so I can learn my lessons from my reflection because....

I thought I saw the devil this morning
Looking in the mirrior, drop of rum on my tongue
With a warning...

So it was my red eyes, and I had to reflect
I was the Number 1 suspect, I checked over everything I've wrecked
The number 1 effect, losing all respect and not being able to recollect
Can't you tell i'm disgusted with myself, and I need some help
My souls been dealt, and I don't hold any material wealth...
I'm hopeless, I sold my soul just to get it then...
It rips minds but it's my "medicine"...
Dreamers comparison, i'd ease into deadliness, god must of sent me this...
A fifth a bottle, such carelessness, bringing negligence
Oh my arrogance, the drunk feeling is excellent...
It's venomous, but to me it's not relevent...
The emphasis is i'm sick of my selfishness, and recklessness
I miss my gentleness, and sick of my drinking elements
And my true lovely sentiments because I....

I thought I saw the devil this morning
Looking in the mirrior, drop of rum on my tongue
With a warning...

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