Bottle

At the bottom of a bottle
There's a fire
And the shadows that follow
How do I walk

The mind becomes hollow
The heart lighter
Heavy on the throttle
How do I stop

Don't hang around
I don't need your luck
Don't drag me down
Demons lift me up

Round the turn of a corner
There's a fighter
Creeping along the walls
How do I talk

The soul becomes small
The body tired
Each way that I wander
Leads to the top

Don't hang around
I don't need your luck
Don't drag me down
Demons lift me up



Credits
Writer(s): Folk Herald
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