Twiztid: Liquid friend

Well lemme, lemme tell you, a lunatic escaped from the asylum I used to dig a hole for the body box, then I'd hide em' In my backyard, another torture in the cellar A dwella A rather fucked up young fella Got bats in my belfry But nobody helps me An eye on my enemy 'Cause everybody wants to kill me I find myself in a bottle of liquor But is it quicker For me to stick her Or maybe I should stick you! What do I do? My mind is gone with the wind My mortal sin Is hidden with a friendly grin I don't know, what do ya think? I can't see straight Ad I've had too much to drink Blink my eyes and try to find my soul I'm on a roll More like outta control Where's my soul? It must be on a higher plane I'm insane With all this butane In my veins Swing my head and search for a better half Everything's funny so I guess I start to laugh Substance abuse is takin' on a new blend And I owe it all to my liquid friend They callin' me a lowlife, drug addict, alcoholic son of a bitch I'm breakin' my ass, I'm breakin' my ass, makin' them dollars, tryin' to get rich I spend my loot on drug abuse and then enhance my state of mind My soul is in the sky I fly My altitude is very high I fall and crash in the graveyard with the dead A pale moon hangs in the sky, blood red Mislead by the demons that I see I got this paranoid delusion that everybody wants to kill me Flashbacks are in my mind, I walk along the wasteland The tombstones, the wind blows, and something just touched my hand I freeze up and can't even get a chance to blink Where's my liquid friend, because I need another drink You don't know how it feels to be me Radio and TV The strange things that I represent when you hear me Can you see what I can see The vision's gettin' blurry Future's lookin' dim so I'm startin' to get worried Makin' the burn brings for tales of the dead Prince of pain that laughs In the path Of a terminal end The shadows fallin' demons begin to hide The dark dominion, the product of the flip side My mind, it bleeds tales of alcoholic dreams Light beams, drug abuse and crack fiends Substance abuse has gained a new blend And I owe it all to my liquid friend