I get drunk in the silence
I get drunk in the sun
I get drunk in my sleep
When I'm scared of being old
When I'm scared of being seen
I get drunk in the absence
In the absence of virtue
To my body to science
I'm getting tired of exaggerating
I searched for more sense
I get drunk in regret
And in repentance
By force of drunkenness
I got my audience drunk
And no one listens
And I taste the trouble
They have tastes, they're small acidic tastes
Spreads into my veins
And yet, and yet
I am empty empty empty
Drunk from emptiness emptiness emptiness
I am empty empty drunk from myself
I am empty empty empty
Drunk from emptiness emptiness emptiness
I am empty empty drunk from myself
I am drunk at my death
I am drunk drunk in life
I am drunk in my bed
When I'm scared of being forgotten
When I'm scared of being alone
I go door to door
And I'm waiting for the firm gun to transport me
I'm drunk in the morning
When the pain reigns
For a yes, for a nothing
To celebrate a weekend
At the end I was getting drunk
I get drunk by myself
No one hears me
And I taste hell
They have tastes, they're soft, warm, and moist
Spreads in my flesh
And yet, and yet
I am empty empty empty
Drunk from emptiness emptiness emptiness
I am empty empty drunk from myself
I am empty empty empty
Drunk from emptiness emptiness emptiness
I am empty empty drunk from myself
And I taste the trouble
They have tastes, they're small acidic tastes
Spreads into my veins
And yet, and yet
I am empty empty empty
Drunk from emptiness emptiness emptiness
I am empty empty drunk from myself
I am empty empty empty
Drunk from emptiness emptiness emptiness
I am empty empty drunk from myself