Lyrics Slow Poisons - Dead Confederate

Slow Poisons

There are three of every kind
Vision blurred from thoughts in mind
Liquor kill these fears of mine
Pull it hard and bring the numb
I will shine and the devil run
It all makes sense but it’s never done
If it were true, wouldn’t hide your gun
Wish you could see straight into my mind
It’s not what you think, theres no open doors
Sometimes it’s the loneliest place I find
If I were brave I’d drop to the floor
Drowns my heart, burns like the sun
Smoke takes lung, let it be done
Isn’t it truth that leaves my tongue?
Now you will know who I’ve become
Trying to wake, pulling lines
The devil will run and I will shine
If that were true then you’d be mine
A bed for sleep, to it I’d be blind