[Verse 1: Alaska]
Christ on a triscuit think it's happening again
The hedonistic habits that inhabit half of him
That hasnt had a glimpse since the wagon took his trip
Since he's gathered all his wits now he's lathered for a sip
No responses from the sponsors no family, broken promise
Promiscuous and pompous his partners wrote off the drama
The man as an island, the man in the wild and
The man as a child dialed up and accepting smile
He's busted he can't be fixed
It's a kick for the self destruction
A maladjusted misfit
Some say sickness some say fuck him
But him he's so about it shrouds him it's his religion
When he's living at his proudest and he's shouting at oblivion
That's him his identity who he' was meant to be
The righteous reverend of ruin consuming a liquid remedy
Collision course with booze is fuel for the vision loss
The blind faith the wisdom flawed a coward till the courage poured
Lives shattered, life tattered selfish pride flattered
Arrogance is bliss over the teeth and through the lips
Hes a shell hes a husk hes in hell he's a lush
He's exactly who we he thought and I was guess it wasn't enough

[Hook]
Star clusters inside of his heart
Shimmer but pools of starch stiffen in tubs of dark linen
A balding mark cracked
Upon the porcelain and inside of his poor skin
An unwelcoming door mat