Behind, beneath, below a certain
Level of intoxication
Hidden like a joyful bundle
Prisoner of inebriation

If you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And it's clouding up your eyes

The motive come of sympathy
And portrait from the empathetic
More than just a head is aching
Now you are apologetic
Wouldn't have the need to doubt you
If your trappings weren't synthetic

And if you had the chance
Would you realize
That every bitter drop
Is clouding up your eyes
And if you stop to think
Would you be surprised
That it's clouding up your eyes
And it's raining from your skies