Taste the Ambrosia

I, without sympathy
I, without modesty
I, without self esteem
I, mean nothing to me
With her hands around my neck
Siphoning away my self respect
Life gone down the barrel of a gun
I’ll never get to see my son

I fucking hate being sober (I fucking hate being sober)
I need to taste the ambrosia (I need to taste the ambrosia)
I fucking hate being sober (I fucking hate being sober)
I need to taste the ambrosia (To fill the void of anhedonia)

I drown in Borgia cantarella (to numb this pain)
I play the fiddle while Rome burned (to remain entertained)
I slice the throat of Cinderella (to rid us of this curse)
I am jealousy, a lover spurned
Lady liquor: hear my words

I fucking hate being sober (I fucking hate being sober)
I need to taste the ambrosia (I need to taste the ambrosia)
I fucking hate being sober (I fucking hate being sober)
I need to taste the ambrosia (To fill the void of anhedonia)

Now hear my plea
I’m down on my knees
Give him back to me
Don’t burn my effigy
I miss him terribly
Drink in my remedy
There’s no trusting me
I’ll never have custody