Cil Ohocla is a man with The Devil

The demons They lurk at the bottom The bottom of the bottle The violence, the rage The death calling my name It's all there on the last sip I can taste the pain before it goes dark But it's the devil The evil in my soul Bringing the struggle The suffering All the sadness The heartbreak The memories of a good time That really never happened Romanticism is the messenger of death And a suicide note is already penned And if I don't let him drown I die from myself So I sip sip sip Fast fast fast So when I meet the demons It's already dark dark dark I am black-out drunk