Free of love
Free of hate
Free of standing around to wait
For a Lord
For a God
For a King with a Fist
For a Savior who doesn’t exist
For my rage
For my spite
To overwhelm me with it’s might
Now I’m free
To exist
According to
My every wish
But I don’t
Seem to care.

Now that nothing matters anymore;
The sky is no better than the floor.
Now that nothing matters anymore;
This bottle tastes better than before.

And once again it's bottoms up.
There's nothing left to lose.
And once again it's bottoms up.
What's another bruise?

Find a hole
Dig it deep
Down into the earth.
With a shovel
With a spade
With a yearning for the grave
With a scream to deprave
For the waste
For the fire
To burn all desire
Now I'm free
To escape
And run away
From the pain
But it won't
Make a difference.

Now that nothing matters anymore;
The sky is no better than the floor.
Now that nothing matters anymore;
This bottle tastes better than before.

And once again it's bottoms up.
There's nothing left to lose.
And once again it's bottoms up.
What's another bruise?

It's my soul
Nothing more
I don't care if it goes
Let it fade
Let it die
Let it melt into your eyes
Let it burn until it fries
Into dust
Into mush
A crumbling of all lust
Now I'm free
To derail
And slam into the sea
But I won't
Feel a thing.

Now that nothing matters anymore;
The sky is no better than the floor.
Now that nothing matters anymore;
This bottle tastes better than before.

And once again it's bottoms up.
There's nothing left to lose.
And once again it's bottoms up.
What's another bruise?

Tear it up
Build it down
Incinerate this town
Just bring the world to a halt
Inside my head.
With a cry
With a crash
I'll burn away the past
With a wet
Gurgling sound
I'll drown under each pound
In my head
Where I'm dead
Healing, dying, now.
And the cure
Lies obscure
Inside the screaming cylinder
Within the boiling cup.

Nothing more
Nothing less
Than my last redress
For a dull
Final pull
Of sweet release from pain.
No more gain
Life is vain.
Inside my head
There lurks the thread
Of reality
And brutality
Or finality.

This golden bottle.