Excuse Me While I Drink Myself to Death

I wouldn't call it church
The way these spirits work
They draw the sharpest blade
Like an Egyptian stone
They kiss a pharaohs tomb
And leave the rest unscathed

Full back flight dependency
Snapping off the branches of the family tree
But it costs to talk and I can barely make the rent
Excuse me while I drink myself to death

Another piece of mind
I was wanted for time
Lately I don't care
Just make a sour face
And pound for pound erase
The eyes of the world stare

Pointed jokes are wearing thin
Portrait of the artist with his face punched in
A lonely hearts are heavy in this hairless chest
Excuse me while I drink myself to death

Damn the weather
Deep sea dive
Broadway smile, millonaire
Moonlight nightcap, Jackson 5
Corpse Revival, the Worlds Fair

Mornings after never end
Portrait of the artist with a pounding head
I have to slum out while violent bouts collect their debts