Zombie Hunter A Grand Occasion To Drink Myself To Sleep
Climbing the stairs, checking the time again
A cold breeze and a headrush, you’re empty
A promise is eating you
As you catch them in a glance from the landing
They’ll rip apart everything
That once made you mine
If it bleeds enough it sells
You’re buying me out of my body
And I know you’ve got the means to an end
They couldn’t pitch a phone call
To a ring or cup of coffee
But iniquity loves a harmony
You sing them well
They sing them clear
You sing them clear
Seven shots and each one chased
By memories quickly erased
And the lingering comfort of being alone
It’s what we all learn to embrace
So hold your breath and make it your own
So take the words they preach
Swallow them down to your guts
And let them stir and bubble and boil
Make your words into your actions
Forget about your old convictions
You left behind when you said goodbye
But you don’t need to hear that from me
Now will you drink yourself into oblivion
And wake up on my front lawn?
(you’re still the end of the world)
If so you’ll know the truth and do the things I do
Moments I forget you’re gone
I’m sorry that I called
I’m sorry that I wasted your time