Single Malt

You are sailing away On a lake of madness On a wave of sadness You prefer the taste Of single malt sadness A dirty shot of madness You slowly float subconsciously You don't even care what it does to me I used to be your gladness You are heading For a storm of illness A hurricane of sickness You've made your choice A long time ago Without giving me the right to vote You slowly float subconsciously You don't even care what it does to me I used to be your gladness Even love doesn't seem to work As a drug against the rush I used to be your gladness Now you are my sadness I used to be your gladness Now I am your sadness Will it all end in madness