monday still

Pass me the bottle
What's it worth
Past the deepest bottom
I need more

What day is it
How far to go
Who really cares
Who wants to know

Tried reaching out
Much more than this
This bleeding face
I won't miss

Chase thy poison ‑ let me
sell you a chart
Feel no regrets ‑ sister
this is who we are

I was razor speed
You were a choice of love to defend
Pride ‑ and a golden appeal
may go unnoticed here once again

An innocent ran away
Providing pleasure for a taste of fame
Once a dragon and feeling the same
Breathing a restless fire once again

And a tree rots
in the garden of hope
as he lies awake in his drool
Show each mother and every father
the proportions that leave us abused

Nepolimia ‑ may your answers save
or are they traitors that lash out at fools
Show our sons and show our daughters
this is no way to turn to be cool

Nepolimia ‑ is it monday still
what condition will the new day bring

Give me the bottle
save our sons and daughters 

from what has happened to me