Over and Over, Oblivion

Looking for my spirit from the bottom of my glass
Searching for my reason through much insanity
I have asked for an angel from the devil’s hands
The bottom keeps coming to the top
Heaven knows I have lived in hell
Life and time kept as the present slips by
Oblivion is a sobering experience

Glass after glass
Shot after shot
Escape through many bottles
Over and over
A living death
Riding high upon the fumes of emptiness
Oblivion

Looking up from the pavement, into the eyes of a storm
People pass you by, as if your see through, worthless
I am not sure why the Devil get his kicks from God’s frustration
Sorrow and longing, swallowed over and over
Our perception is that of a mirror
Movements captured with nowhere to go
Hungry for more than something to eat

Glass after glass
Shot after shot
Escape through many bottles
Over and over
A living death
Riding high upon the fumes of emptiness
Oblivion

Peering using dirty, broken glasses
Drowning in the desert of hopelessness
Framed within the lies of others is the truth
Clawing up out of a grave of best intentions
Repetition is the gateway to oblivion
A burning candle in full daylight
Thirty for something not upon the menu

Glass after glass
Shot after shot
Escape through many bottles
Over and over
A living death
Riding high upon the fumes of emptiness
Oblivion

Back to the top, repeat