Liquid Hater - Acumen Nation

Many more times than I can come clean

Something wicked trips my good eye

And down I crash

Babbling a slippery tongue among close friends

All I need is just ignition fuel to rock this engine

I can’t deny, I love the way

It serpentines through my veins

Paralyzed at 25

I love the taste, hate this place

Ebony creepers barrel down upon the Earth in my

80 Proof is positive of something much darker at hand

Saturation bombing of my senses

Slackened by the stingiest of missions

To the derision of my life