Of innocent sorrow spills
Slowly, over the riverside
The fawns baking in the sunlight
Such is the sunlight I may not touch
Such is the oblivion that waits on me
It is my duty to myself to tread on
Oh! Sweet damnation seize me now
Rip open my fragile heart
To expose the sickness within me
Of emptied whiskey bottles
Cigarette smoke and herby fumes
My life is a lie, a sham I say
Will you surrender
Or will you simply bask in the darkness
There is room for failure
But no life jackets for the fall
