Kraken Down

Chest pounding, eyes red, my nose starts to drip

I take a drink to sober up then ghost ride the whip

Highway to Hell with all my demons back for problems fixed

I gotta feed the itch, pain I ain't coping with

They say I'm killing myself, it's inevitable

Still feel the low, but the high is incredible

Feeling my veins start peeling inedible

If I die tell them to enjoy the spectacle

Maybe should quit, but a real mans appaling

I get the shakes, my stomach is crawling

Living rock bottom with no fear of falling

I know they love me cause I hear them calling