Testo di Intoxicate

I raise my glass to hide the truth When facing up's too hard to do I think too hard and hold my breath I drink with every little death I try to numb myself to what is real With every drop I take the less I can feel All hope is gone, there is no second chance I saw the light in a fleeting glance Down the hole Let this wine intoxicate my dying soul Chase this misery away This bottle never seems to end So I will drown myself again Why wallow in your own defeat The taste of therapy is sweet