Been driven to this
If alcohol would do the trick
Double down double down
Would dive Right in
To that barrel and swim
Slather myself in denial
All roads lead to hell
Those voices may dissipate
for the night
Then reappear with a vengeance
In the wee hours
Of an afternoon hangover
Then what's left
Play pause stop
Rewind
Play pause stop
Ludicrous living
Somehow the voices
Begin to personify
Only Louder
Trying to drown out
That still small voice
A smothering of sorts
Smouldering
My solace is at stake
I see a victory coming
Right around this bend
Your break through
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