at the bottom of the first drink i found my nerve at the bottom of the next one i met my girl at the bottom of the third drink i found a fourth at the bottom of that one was a trojan horse that carried in demons who brought their brides they tempted darkness where i lost my mind the fifth drink found it and carried it home where my girl was waiting one foot out the door another night spent gathering dust mug shots of a marble bust ruination leaves the lantern lit so i know where the good lovin is i used to be a goddamn saint i said my prayers and i handled snakes until the road introduced me to sin i only shook hands with drink but he had his friends with him i curse the day we raised our glass up like a bridge to let the devil pass cause he ain t never left this town and only beaten and unborn are living with him now i used to be a holy man once put an onion in a beggar s hand but now i d rather not believe how could a man i ve never met be so cruel to me at least i m in good company at least i m in good company i ll drink to that oh i ll drink to that dash the cup fifteen years has been long enough put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book page by page go alone there is your road for once i m awake and i will not serve madness for once i m awake and i will not serve madness cause i am not the company i keep i am not the company i keep i am not the company i keep i am not the company i keep dash the cup fifteen years has been long enough put the child in an unmarked grave and burn the black book page by page
['buffalo ny metal', 'chaotic hardcore', 'melodic metalcore', 'metalcore', 'post-hardcore', 'screamo']