Uploaded April 2014 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Track Number 11 of the album called The Speakeasy.

LYRICS:

I've got a lot of pain.
I've got some problems to sort
Some are in my body,
Most are in my head and my thoughts.
I see a sad world struggling
Everyday to be sane.
Wanting to be part of something good,
But where to begin.
A little taste of something bitter
Sure to kill off the pain.
We find remedy to separate
Our heart from our brain.

Can we change our ways?
As we waste the days,
This is better than you care to admit.
In the haze we live,
We all start to believe sometimes
Its better when there is nothing to feel.
This is a song to trying not to be sober,
Until we find ourselves a better way to live.
This is a song to trying not to be sober,
An remain indifferent.

Some are searching for the answers
In a bottle of pills, under religion,
Under bodies, or a pile of bills.
All affected way to easy
By the love and the hate.
Pick your poison, it the only way
We all can pretend that we all have nothing to fear.
Because we all have someone to fear.
And on day you will see that your enemy
Is staring at you in the mirror.

Can we change our ways?
As we waste the days,
This is better than you want to admit.
In this shame we live,
We all start to believe sometimes
It's better when there is nothing to feel.
This is a song to trying not to be sober,
Until we find ourselves a better way to live.
This is a song to trying not to be sober,
An remain indifferent.




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