She is busy drinking away her cares

Her dreams are filled with only nightmares

The heart she has beats quicker and quicker

As she poisons it with a heavy liquor

She is believing a horrible lie

And then slowly begins to die

The life she lives is wasted

On that liquor she has tasted

She is succumbing to what she doesn't need

And thinks that in death her soul will be freed

Life is not just a continuous, dream my friend

Where there is a beginnining, there is an always an end…