Sobriety Society

An open bottle, an empty flask

When the glass is full, he’s less than half

He drinks from the cask of a hopeless past

As he trips and he traps over broken glass

Sobriety, society

We’re high as the tide on money and greed

We’re sinking this ship into apathy

Drinking the piss of poverty

The glass is empty

When the level rises, his weakness writhes

Reserves control on his human rights

Well there’s nothing worse than being high and dry

When the grass is greener on the other side

Who’s that crossing over me?

Who’s that crossing over me?

Who’s that crossing over me?

Who’s that crossing over?

Sobriety, society

We’re high as the tide on money and greed

We’re sinking this ship into deep apathy

Lifting the lid on ….. indeed

Drinking the piss of this poverty

The glass is empty

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