My hand asleep for hours
Waiting for the needles to begin
I have no control
They proceed to penetrate my skin

Acting as your slave
I drink for amber waves I never have embraced
Acting as your slave
I drink an open grave, an epitaphs defaced

Killing with compassion
She hasn't heard a word that I have said
Swallowing your passion
I can see a thousand miles ahead

Acting as your slave
I drink from barricades that I have often raised
Acting as your slave
I numb my head and rave of epitaphs defaced

Acting as your slave
I drink while she forgave with trials left unfaced
Acting as your slave
I stumble to her grave of epitaphs defaced