Surrounded by liquor
Smoking these
Death sticks becomes
A normality
Justified
Self destructive
Behaviour
Calming your nerves
With material things
Normally seen
As unclean
Sinful
Awful smell
Surrounding the
Air we breathe
Polluted
Eat sleep
Nicotine
Feel the chemical
Let the air condition
You
Closet your divinity
And feast on the emptiness inside
I don't know why I ever started
I regret it
And reset the clock each time
Polluted
Eat sleep
Nicotine
Feel the chemical
Let the air condition you
Closet your divinity
And let the spirit feast
On the emptiness inside