Beer destroys, and vodka wrecks,
As does standing in-between.
Born where all is bleak and hexed,
Yet you push on, still unseen.
Chasing after hollow "bliss"
Through the storms inside your soul,
Better clear the clouds than wish—
Bread won’t land within your bowl.
......
Beer destroys, and vodka wrecks,
As does standing in-between.
Born where all is bleak and hexed,
Yet you push on, still unseen.
Chasing after hollow "bliss"
Through the storms inside your soul,
Better clear the clouds than wish—
Bread won’t land within your bowl.
......