Late one night, I compounded the elements
They boil and smoke in the glass
I knew well I risked death
For this drug would control the very fortress of who I am
I drank the potion from the flask
And admire myself in the mirror
For I felt a god in my own skin
A cure to keep me on top of the world
To free me from the reality I'm in

I awoke in the morning, with a slumbering conscience
My creation waits upon the shelf
Double the dose
So, begins the struggle of Man vs. Self
My every act, and every thought
Consumed by this drink
My reflection the window, thin and pale, crooked grin
I could barely recognize him
I'd become a stranger in my own skin

I have an angel on my shoulder
And a demon on the other
Whispering in my ears
I only hear what I want to hear
I am my doctor and my patient
And now my remedy became my enemy
With the same craving I sought to flee reality
It seems this high is doing
The same thing right back to me

This old medicine has let the demons in
"But there ain't no bottle in all the world
Like that dear little bottle of mine."

Back alley existence. What have I become?
A wash-up, a has-been
My head hung low in a gutter's puddle
I saw a monster in my own skin

I was not consuming something
Something was consuming me
I wish I would have been content, before this all began
I threw it all away
I destroyed. Didn't create
Here's the journal of a mad scientist's end
Here then, as I to lay down the pen
And proceeded to seal up my confession
I bring the life of an unhappy man, to an end