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Alcohol Deity

In a crowd you’re alone
No one can get close

Your veil of happiness
Transparent as a ghost

I try to reach you
But I only get spurned

You tell me you know
How it feels to get burned

Your world’s made of glass
And it’s ready to break

When it all crashes down
The shards will shred your fate.

Then a moment of weakness
And you turned away

Gave yourself to your
Alcohol Deity

You worship the bottle
You think it’s a friend

But it is a demon that
Will Kill in the End.

Your world’s made of glass
And it’s ready to break

When it all crashes down
The shards will shred your fate

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