Vincent's Tale - The Bedroom

Anger
Have you ever felt anger
With nowhere to place it

Vincent felt cold, neglected, and jaded
Impotent
Empathy castrated
Look for the new thing
Always look for the new thing
But never look inside
Never look within
Within, without, above, below
Same thing
Wait, it gets deeper than that

The insane thing is
Sane men living in insane terrain
Can turn insane
Brains that are kind of deranged
Strange
Without the factor of cause and effect
Factually, the man's a casualty of constant neglect

Let's start at the start
Vincent was born in the dark
Home birthed to a mother painted scars on her arm
Track marks from the dragon
China white in her palm
Shooting up the birth canal
Vinny fell out like yarn
Tumbled out, himself unravelling
And that was the theme
Exceptionally average grades
Sprayed with low self-esteem
From the fire to the frying pan
Painting it green
When it's the cash that rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M

Get the money, funny Vinny
He weren't ever good at hustling
Shitty jobs that he was dead end, stuck in
Started a combustion, nothing
Pulled him out of debt
The debt collectors rushing
To be stripping him of everything
Eventually there's nothing
The cycle is a cycle
For a psychopath on ice

The day repeats, the days are weeks
The weeks are most your life
When the day's done
It's the same one
It's a repeat
It's a rerun
A deja vu religion
A foreboding
Of a prison
Oh Britain
Great Britain
Hail Britannia, rule the waves
We started out with intentions
And we ended up like slaves
Drink to kill the tension
But the drinks cost your wage
What helps you
Is what kills you
When you're living to decay

And go it goes
Vinny starts to drink to let go
Soon he's drinking 'cause when he don't drink
Every day is a day on death row
So he drinks so he don't have to think
Mercy
Tastes bittersweet
When the spirit that's inside of him
Sinks in his teeth

And the months turn over
May to October
More days pissed than the days he spent sober
Skin looks older
Demeanour gets colder
Sledge hammer swing to that chip on your shoulder
A cold, cold prison
Deep in alcoholism
40% proof, no juice
Inhibitions get loose
Bad decisions and taboos
When you're living for the booze
Who's who? He'll lose himself to
One too many
One, two, three shots down
Drown those sorrows up in London Town
If we in for a penny
We in for a pound
Fate comes full circle
Now it's Vinny boy's round