Wolfsbane

Black Lagoon

I pour my brain into a can 
and beer swamps my mind 
turning me from a man 
into something less defined 
an open wound 
with raw emotions bleeding forth 
the night becomes a swamp 
as the brew takes its course 
I'm falling down into 
a black lagoon 
pour me a pint of my best friend 
and set them up again. 
A melancholy anger weeps 
in shadows of lost hope 
the mutant climbs inside my eyes 
and sanity is soaked. 
the taste is sweet and satisfies 
a midnight afternoon 
i am sinking slowly 
in the potion's black lagoon 
I'm falling down into 
a black lagoon 
pour me a pint of my best friend 
and set them up again. 
Pour me a glass of cold dark beer 
and don't ask me to smile at you, my dear 
there's no answer in the bottle 
however hard i look 
there's no wisdom in that cocktail 
however hard it's shook