Ethanolic Dreams

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It Doesn't Get Better

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Give me back the peace I once have had
Rise from black that filled my inner land
Naive way out is tempting to be chosen
By corrupt man, submissive to the poison

Bottoms up!
Cheers to you!
Intoxicate
My inert mind

Just lose control
Subject to my regime
Detach from sphere
Where others living in
Submerge your heart
In ethanolic dreams
And live apart
From world of monotony

You never thought
About your closest ones
While you were ought
To be father for us
You chose your fate
To be blissfully numb
It is too late
To seek for peace, you scum

God, you know, I tried to understand
Why he throws our love to lifeless wasteland
But I can't pretend that I have strength to
Bear this rant about his lack of virtue

Bottoms up!
Cheers to you!
Intoxicate
My inert mind

Just lose control
Subject to my regime
Detach from sphere
Where others living in
Submerge your heart
In ethanolic dreams
And live apart
From world of monotony

You never thought
About your closest ones
While you were ought
To be father for us
You chose your fate
To be blissfully numb
It is too late
To seek for peace, you scum

I just had enough
Of constant criticize
Please just leave me, let me drown in poison of my life

Refuse to speak up
About my corrupt heart
Solitude is best companion for man in constant doubt

Time is up
For us to cry
Just accept
It's end of line

No more awe
Room for doubts
Just live on
With gloom of stout

Father broken by ethanolic dreams
And son corrupted by the lack of him
Generation trauma is transmitted through the sins of elders
To be carried by the younglings that refuse to speak about their stigma

Stigma-fuckin'-tised
By your self-despise
Please explain me why you left me to be dehumanized

It was easy way out
To left me in the dark
But you ignored that your own demons was put into my mind

Time is up
For us to cry
Just accept
It's end of line

No more awe
Room for doubts
Just live on
With gloom of stout

Father broken by ethanolic dreams
And son corrupted by the lack of him
Generation trauma is transmitted through the sins of elders
To be carried by the younglings that refuse to speak about their stigma

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