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
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