Leave the Bottle

So here I...
Sit alone
I've grown addicted to the stale air
Woven to the stool
My feet are soldered to the rail
Staring down a glass
Eyeballing every last regret
The sour paint
I strain but manage to inhale
My apologies, bartender, I've forgotten what your name is
Get up off your ass
I ain't done talking to you yet

Might as well
Just leave the bottle
A glass ain't near enough to saciate this appetite
I won't be a bother
I'm just here to soak myself to death
Thank you for the service
You're a credit to your craft
Now get the fuck out of my sight
Leave me to analize
The pain I hold inside

So now I...
Look around
I take a momnet to ingest
The surroundings and the sounds that create the environment
I'm feeling more at home
Like a baby on a mother's breast
So listen up
Cause there's enough life in these old hands
To grab you by the collar
Beat your pretty fuckin' face in
Leave before this place
Absorbs what soul you might have left

Might as well
Just leave the bottle
A glass ain't near enough to saciate this appetite
I won't be a bother
I'm just here to soak myself to death
Thank you for the service
You're a credit to your craft
Now get the fuck out of my sight
Leave me to analize
The pain I hold inside

Might as well
Just leave the bottle
A glass ain't near enough to saciate this appetite
I won't be a bother
I'm just here to soak myself to death
Thank you for the service
You're a credit to your craft
Now get the fuck out of my sight
Leave me to analize
The pain I hold inside

Relyin' on Reef' - Steal the Show - 2007

Hit it once
Hit it twice
Hit it three times

My head is turning
My eyes are burning
My hands ain't sure
But here comes the whole world
Knocking on the back door

I'm so sorry it's all gone
It's like a crazy nightmare
Check the top drawer
Check the bong
I'll bet there's something left there

My feet are moving
My soul is grooving
Well I don't know what to do with all this time
But it ain't nothing but a bump on a wide open road

I'm so sorry it's all gone
It's like a crazy nightmare
Check the top drawer
Check the bong
I'll bet there's something left there
If there ain't we'll call Reef' up
He can head on over
He'll be here, man, soon enough

My sock drawer ain't got nothing left
The bread bos is empty I just bet
My pockets are anything but wet
So I'll go out and get it
Oh no (a series of unsuccessful attempts)

I'm so sorry it's all gone
It's like a crazy nightmare
Check the top drawer
Check the bong
I'll bet there's something left there
If there ain't we'll call Reef' up
He can head on over
He'll be here, man, soon enough

Hate - Steal the Show - 2007

I've taken time to learn your faults
You pushed me back into a cold stone wall
I swear it's not easy
To know which way you're leaning
So I can catch you when I think you'll fall

Then you turn and say it's evident
That all your faults are caused by recompense
It's my actions
That seek the reaction
You fashion a vengeance
Subconscious and verging on

Hate
Is it too late?
To save face
Is it too late?

You tell me love isn't about who's wrong
But we both know it's an old aging song
The pillars we build on
We kill on
And still long the thrill of love that has come and gone

But when you sleep I feel that inner piece
That awesome glow, it always makes me weak
But then your eyes open
And all hope is broken
Unspoken and stoking the flames of

Hate
Is it too late?
To save face
Is it too late?

Doesn't it bother you?
The way we cycle through
A life of servitude
From love to hate
From love to hate
From love to hate
To hate love

Hate
Is it too late?
To save face
Is it too late?

Sick (anthem)- Steal the Show - 2007

I'm through with this old world
I'm sick of laying down
I'll fight till it's over
And I'm 6 feet under ground

Wake, embrace the Stars
Shake off all your scars
I've got to get ready
Feeding off the frey
Breathing through the pain
Something's gotta change

I'm through with this old world
I'm sick of laying down
I'll fight till it's over
And I'm 6 feet under ground

Blur the nights away
Words can not convey
What I've been supressing
A pill and a glass of wine
Will help pass the time
Still I toe the line

I'm through with this old world
I'm sick of laying down
I'll fight till it's over
And I'm 6 feet under ground

Pray that I don't fade
Can I explode and take this sick twisted hell with me?

I'm through with this old world
I'm sick of laying down
I'll fight till it's over
And I'm 6 feet under ground