Wisdom In Chains

Some people trade life for the bottom of a whiskey bottle.
Too far gone, cant get it back now.
Some people love the pills.
Theyll eat an entire bottle.
If that dont work, theyll cut their wrists off.
Some people love whores.
Theyll spend every fucking dollar.
Go home empty,not an ounce of self-respect.
Happiness must be a dream.
I know it aint material.
Ive 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.
Its in my brain.
No matter what I do, I cant 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 cant get it back
[ Too Far Gone Lyrics ]