Alcoholics

One just for the feeling,
Another for the spite,
One to leave us reeling,
And a final to tonight.

A toast to the Gods,
Who left us in the dust,
Let's drink to the clods,
Who care not if we rust.

Cheers to the hierarchy,
Who left us here forsaken,
We are unsung in this monarchy,
We are the monsters, the mistaken.

They call us the alcoholics,
Though we were born in their revelation,
To them we're just post-traumatic psychotics,
But it's our only way to fight temptation.

To make this world what it should be,
Instead of this place they find well,
They don't understand that where they curse me,
It doesn't matter, I'm already in Hell.