A very self-explanatory title and lyrics that will hopefully be the end of my lyrical dealings with alcohol. In this I further reflect on the wasted opportunities, time etc but have no regrets as for without such experiences I would not have become the person I am now. This also marks a turning point in my decision to still use A.T.L.S. as a cathartic experience, but to promote my anger and concerns about subjects beyond my personal space and leaning more towards the political and social commentary. As of writing, December 2003, I am not diagnosed with an ulcer, but I no longer drink cheap cider. I must offer a RIP to the truly alcoholic years; December 1998- October 2002 and the subsequent fallout, not a youth positive moment to be sure!

Lyrics

Dug Down, Far too deep ~ I see the death knoll sound
Call now from the shadows ~ Submerge me into my void

Headspace of a wasted youth ~ Hypocrite poet with a killing desire
Access the well and all will become clear ~ For how long can the bile remain
Self destruct on the count of 10 ~ Yet the blast beats the price
Spin the chambers ~ Unknown which your lucky shot
Pay again chance it with the maker ~ Just avoid the mirrors in the morning
Monotony of disillusionment ~ The groove worn deep

Motivate, merely to deviate ~ Entrenched…
In aching poison ~ Escape… a forgone conclusion?

The art of communication ~ Traded for thy sweet elixir
Incapable ~ Of any note to leave
Imprisoned mind ~ the key to which stole years before
Stagnate to exist (and) ~ Dreamless silence will come

Forget ~ Forget
Forget ~ Forget that once lest remembered

Playing the game for kicks ~ Ones realisation soon dawns
What glaring folly ~ Has one conceived

But then what is one last kiss ~ But then what is one last ride
But then what is one last chance ~ When you no longer remember the first


In a nutshell: Alcohol and all drugs inevitably lead to problems, but this doesn’t mean the ride isn’t worth it. One just needs to realise their limitations.