Self-induced comas Hazy memories of the night before WHere "only one more drink" Meant many several more Still life It paints the scene of alchohol and nicotine The greatest freinds there's ever been Like the sharpest guillotine One truth, one way You hurt every day Seems sad, so clear A change is needed here So it's time to face the fear Of dealing with myself And all these foolish games That keep life incomplete But as you walk on by You never say goodbye It leaves the bitter taste Of feeling obsolete Recovery, responsibilities seems easier in dreams The path chosen to take makes you weak in the knees Resist the private hell Of the habit's cruel carousel That keeps spinning round Where it stops, no-one can tell So it's time to face the fear Of dealing with myself And all these foolish games That keep life incomplete But as you walk on by You never say goodbye It leaves the bitter taste Of feeling obsolete Fall prey to all the tricks By charlatans and heretics That try to drag you to the past Where the demons still exist Self medicate the catatonic state From lifting one more glass But clarity may never help this sickness pass So it's time to face the fear Of dealing with myself And all these foolish games That keep life incomplete But as you walk on by You never say goodbye It leaves the bitter taste Of feeling obsolete