From the recording The English Way
Burn all your bridges and shun all your friends, you said the last time, but you’re back there again.
All the drink and the drugs and the fucks and the fights, It’s amazing that you’re still breathing life.
Control is the issue, a heavy descent, when every corner of your life is pretense.
When you drink to forget, to believe there’s a way, or to get up and get on with your day.
Dark sensations like losing your mind, so many questions with the answers to find.
It’s a fear, it's a dream, you will never believe, just turn around and walk away from this shit.
Strength is the key, never finding the cure, search for something that so honest and pure.
You could dwell on this shit for the rest of your life, Try to change things and believe in yourself.
But you won’t change tomorrow, if you waste today.
Just one little drink to get you through the day.
Now you can’t drown the sorrow, or kill the pain.
However hard you try, you miss that bitter taste.
As your life descends and implodes, surrounded by your laughing crowd.
As your fears become all you know, it’s just a matter of time until you go.
But you won’t change tomorrow, if you waste today, just one little drink to get you through the day.
Now you can’t drown the sorrow, or kill the pain, however hard you try, you miss that bitter taste.
Make a choice, live again.