A Joyless Eon - Drowning Lyrics

Every night of glory
There are days of reckoning
And the mind is filled with slow thinking
Drain me of my will
To move through life with strength and skill
Take me back to where the story began
None can heal the time it takes
The liquid poured from glass of make
Man-made pleasure is what I taste
Making the exchange
For pure fun explicit games
The hand and mind is what it claims
Not that I don't mind
It's a sweet and bitter ride
Drowning down the liquor slide
None can heal the time it takes
The liquid poured from glass of make
Man-made pleasure is what I taste
It's party time once again
Meet jack my best friend there till the end
I'm surprised I have survived
Wayward thoughts impure mind
I feel I can't keep score
I sold my soul to alcohol
None can heal the time it takes
The liquid poured from glass of make
Man-made pleasure is what I taste
One two three four scull