Nightshade Lyrics

You drank yourself with no regret, sinking closer to your death.

Always wound up, ready to snap.

The smell of sweat and cigarettes.

(When you bleed)

Nicotine stains on your fingers, constantly lit the smell will linger.

Is it stress or is it anger?

Out of booze, out of a fix.

Until now you could handle this.

In the mirror you see a stranger.

Another morning sleep deprived.

Dead to life but still alive.

Nightshade so you can hide.