Teksty: Posies. Every Bitter Drop.

Behind, beneath, below a certain level of intoxication
Hidden like a joyful bundle, prisoner of inebriation

If you had the chance, would you realize
That every bitter drop is clouding up your eyes?
And it's clouding up your eyes

The motive come of sympathy and portrait from the empathetic
More than just a head is aching, now you are apologetic
Wouldn't have the need to doubt you if your trappings weren't synthetic

And if you had the chance, would you realize
That every bitter drop is clouding up your eyes?
And if you stop to think, would you be surprised?
That it's clouding up your eyes and it's raining from your skies

You'll have to be the one to let you know what you already know
You'll have to be the one, to let you know, to let you know

Don't pretend the scapegoat's heavy, I see little stacked against you
Don't invent another venom, self infliction will prevent you
By the time you get this message, some poor notion might expect you

If you had the chance would you realize
That every bitter drop is clouding up your eyes?
And if you stop to think would you be surprised
That every bitter drop is clouding up your eyes?

And it's raining from your skies
It's clouding up your eyes and it's draining your supplies