Oh I wish I wasn't so sloshed,
too intoxicated to be conscious.
--
The night sky was veining,
it was grim and it was raining.
Thunder was ripping through my veins
faster than anyone else, I was driving across the lanes.
The path was dark, empty and was long.
I closed my eyes, and felt the song.
Just then,
A jerk opened my eyes and pushed me out of the car.
From the way of the windscreen, I was thrown too far.
I woke up amidst a pool of blood and an atmosphere of screams,
my pain pushed me out of my intoxication and my dreams.
Dial 102...
Dial 102...
Dial 102...
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I had realized but I didn't want to understand
Why did this have to happen with my hand?
Yes, she was too young for death
and he too, didn't deserve his last breath.
Her glorious self had steamed into the mirror
and her beautiful eyes were looking at her killer!
His blooded face frowned at his own reflection,
it had separated from the body and had become a separate section.
--
No, no
I so badly wish I wasn't so drunk,
I so badly wish I wasn't so sloshed.
Too intoxicated to be aware.
Too intoxicated to be conscious.
Too intoxicated...
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