I can feel it slipping, my sobriety 

Doomed to be forever consumed by this metallic beast 

Engulfing my consciousness more every day 

Losing myself would say 

But lost I already am 

In the belly of the beast 

Yet still all i can think of is where can I find my next subliminal feast 

I am a body 

a shell 

A corpse of someone that once was 

Someone who lived long ago for more than jest to be 

I am empty 

Takin over by the chemicals i use to lull my troubled soul 

Who am I? 

Who am I? 

I look in the mirror 

Who am I? 

Who am I.