Craves Lyrics

Another thing I find intriguing
Is how my boss just keeps on drinking
He's not the only one to bee sneaking
Pressures begin to get too great
Everybody medicate

To a dark corner soon to be stinking
Of weed or rum but it's always something
Unhappy bastards disappointed with their lot in life
Gettin' numb just waiting for the reaper's scythe

Tell yourself your gonna quit as soon as such occurs
A practiced ritual, lying to your eyes in a mirror
Smoking and drinking but, I know I'll never get to fill
The empty void that they used to call a human soul
Non-entity tired of dealing with reality
Can't seem to cope
Bills rent and people plague me
Just a beer, nothing much to help me get to sleep
But everyday son, appears to me your will is weak

Several bags of green a week
Several bags of green a week
Empty bags is all I'm finding
6 pack Molson 12 pack
Empty bottles I keep returning

Craves never stop returning
Craves never stop returning

Kill my father and my mom
Not much to you I'm bothered
Bended knee dependency
Before someone's toilet seat
It means something when the weed is green
Pass through inventory
Shut up servant, who pays you to think
Fulfill your role and pour yourself a drink