Clear Liquids Lyrics - Souls In Chains

(Esoterical) 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

(Esoterical) 

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses 

control for me 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses 

control for me 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

(jD) 

Rest assured mother and father, your sons doing fine, 

stressed to death depressed in debt at the depth of 

regret, but mother and father rest assured, your sons 

doing fine, just a couple hard times, i'm trying to lay 

off the medication, i can swallow a handful with no 

effect, it's killin' me, but i love it when my liver 

burns my flesh, lay in a tub and laugh, capsules under 

the faucet, fade away the colors, problems lock in a 

closet, i can't stand, my head beats for days, i can't 

beat the pain, i never have, i've never had a drink, 

never been tipsy, i never will, truthfully, it really 

ain't me, scar X's on my hand like a hypocrite, the 

world confesses all to Daniel like a hypnotist, Dad you 

can drink it down, but anger is all you got, I'll take 

your advice, and grow up to be whatever the fuck you're 

not 

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses 

control for me 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses 

control for me 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

(Esoterical) 

Well I stand by, feelin pathetic and sober, so I take a 

bottle, take a swallow, and follow my hopes to nowhere, 

80 proof and 40 percent of my problems are getting lost 

in the process of temporary memory loss, as I bury 

every heavenly thought, sit back and take another shot, 

and take another shot and just let my body drop, It's 

like my static, or really just another escape, a friend 

to numb the days that take too much for me to face, so 

I forget, and get lost in my decadence, and waste a 

night to let clear liquids kill my consciousness, 

screaming at the walls as if they could fucking listen, 

too drunk to think, I can't even remember what I was 

even missing, I'm sitting, waiting, wishing for good 

luck to kick in, It's morning and I'm making 

confessions to the porcelain, I wanna quit, just to say 

I don't have an addiction, the hang over hits, and I'm 

almost convinced that I could follow through with it, 

my solutions only make me sick, my caustic thirst 

eventually hits quick, and I'm craving it like an 

addict, I'm panicked, holding a bottle choking to 

swallow, the burning feeling follows, as I become 

another form of tragic. 

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses 

control for me 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

Isn't this the part where the burning feeling loses 

control for me 

and i fight and i fall and then i scream and then i 

crawl 

Isn't this the part where i stand by and watch the 

world fall 

I'm falin' fallin' apart, i'm fallin apart 

Isn't this the part where i stand by and watch the 

world fall 

(Esoterical) 

I don't glorify what i do to escape, but i don't 

completely regret it either. It's like Oscar Wilde 

said, "To regret one's own experience is to arrest 

one's own development. To deny one's own experience is 

to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less 

than a denial of the soul."