Too Far Gone - Wisdom In Chains

Some people trade life for the bottom of a whiskey bottle

Too far gone, can’t get it back now

Some people love the pills

They’ll eat an entire bottle

If that don’t work, they’ll cut their wrists off

Some people love whores

They’ll spend every fucking dollar

Go home empty, not an ounce of self-respect

Happiness must be a dream

I know it ain’t material

I’ve seen men search the world but die alone in the end

So fucking alone

No woman, no wine, no pills can cure this fucking disease

It’s in my brain

No matter what I do, I can’t get it out my head

Years of memories flood my brain

I just wanna sever these fucking veins so I can sleep forever never coming back

no more

Too far gone

Too far gone

Too far gone

Too far gone can’t get it back