no hangovers

There is a man shouting in my brain,

With all the blood flowing through his veils.

Kicking my nerves and putting all the blame,

Regardless feeling any guilt. IT’S INSANE !

Shaking his hand far away, to the man who sails.

I drink to forget

Makes me numb

Takes me high,

Hits me twice.

So here we are again

My oldest scottish friend,

Yaheyhey i say

Cheers to my grave !