Slow Poisons - Dead Confederate

There are three of every kind

Vision blurred from thoughts in mind

Liquor kill these fears of mine

Pull it hard and bring the numb

I will shine and the devil run

It all makes sense but it’s never done

If it were true, wouldn’t hide your gun

Wish you could see straight into my mind

It’s not what you think, theres no open doors

Sometimes it’s the loneliest place I find

If I were brave I’d drop to the floor

Drowns my heart, burns like the sun

Smoke takes lung, let it be done

Isn’t it truth that leaves my tongue?

Now you will know who I’ve become

Trying to wake, pulling lines

The devil will run and I will shine

If that were true then you’d be mine

A bed for sleep, to it I’d be blind