Slave to the Poison

Rotten, stinking but irresistible,
Hemlock disguised as nectar,
Venus flytrap for the soul,
Let the good times roll,
Forsaking all others as you go.

Slave to the poison

You feel like a new man,
A hollow facsimile of your former self,
A pale imitation of life,
In it for the craic,
Lifeless on your back.

Slave to the poison

Altered perception happy times,
All lies in a haze of tears,
What is the sum of your twisted fears?
Just one more drink,
You need to sit and think.

Slave to the poison,
Slave to the poison.