Decanter şarkı sözleri

"Put down your weapons of war!," cried Mr. Alexander Raise your glass and pour from this decanter Fuel my desire, spread it like wildfire Eventually we'll both end up in this desolate mire It's a matter of fermentation, degradation A large price to pay for this instant sensation One step off of the right track Simple, selfish humans; we're bound to crack Helpless victim you are not It's not a battle you have sought Let go, let flow Past resentments are all you've got My rock has hit bottom Lucky for me I'd forgotten I raise that decanter Like nothing's the matter These causes connect to the root As if I didn't know the truth