Demons cry on mouths so dry

Bottle fed in nightmare

Hiding in the shadow sly

Forgetting those who care

 

Bottle fed in nightmare

Waking thirst is high

Under covers eyes will stare

As you attempt a sigh

 

Hiding in the shadow sly

Tears return to scare

Fear now stopping every try

The bottle calms the glare

 

Forgetting those who care

You reach for another rye

Bottle fed in nightmare

This is your way to cry