There are nights where I fall,
Back into a state of depression.
On those nights, I can barely crawl,
Because I am crippled by my own transgression,
Judged by weak bodies of power who have no real jurisdiction,
Only knocking you down so it looks like they are standing tall.
But before I receive my final verdict, I urge you to answer me this last question,
Is it okay to have you replenish this cup of sickening alcohol?
As on these nights, Theres nothing I want more than an induced infarction.