Turned aside my ways, got a little tipsy
Not near a lethal dose, still feeling frenzy
Anger rising up inside, becoming a leviathan
A soul full of troubles, a mind filled with sin
Step back, got the works, got to windward of my life
The guilt lies hard upon me, a battle with my inner strife
Time does not heal, just another blood spilt
This is the way I feel, immediately before I tilt
Step back, got the works, got to windward of my life
The guilt lies hard upon me
Only one that can help me delivering me from my enemies,
The missionaries of iniquity
That's the Anti-Depressive Delivery
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