Bitter is the taste of every drop and every grape From which you make the darkest wine in the cellars of your pain Loneliness is your choice yet you choose to inebriate Yourself Dulling your own suffering gets harder by the day All the bottles in the world won’t be enough to take away That old longing for past glories you have fed and still sustain You have fed and you still sustain And you choose to inebriate yourself No, no-one sees through your eyes Through that mist Of your own self-induced oblivion Your numbing redemption Every feeling triggers your desire to escape You can’t stand the thought of going Through yet another day The bottom of a bottle is your only safe place Bitter is the taste of every drop and every grape From which you make the darkest wine in the cellars of your pain Loneliness is your choice yet you choose to inebriate Yourself It’s your only safe place Yet you choose to inebriate yourself No, no-one sees through your eyes Through that mist Of your own self-induced oblivion Your numbing redemption