Chocolate

Raise your glass,
Wipe your brow.
Not everything can be coated in chocolate.

Swallow pills,
Click your heels.
We'll all be home by nightfall,
each box for each.

Strip the flesh,
salt the wound.
You're hungry, you're so fucking hungry.

Breathe the air,
Shake off care.
All you need is empty air.

Does anybody know where you've been?
Does anybody know why you sin?
Is there any way of knowing?
Should I drown you in the ocean,
and watch you sink?
Better that than to stop and think.

Somebody knows,
somebody saw you go.
My problem is not with the group,
nor with the faults I found.
The problem I had was your mind,
buried so deep in the ground.

Raise your glass,
Wipe your brow.
Not everything can be coated in chocolate.