Aww, it's shining down the red can gleaming now
Coca-Cola in my mouth
It's chattering loud, quick cure-caffeinate
A scowl-sofa solo sitting now
Syruped teeth, sticky leaves, you're what I want
But not what I need – no not at all
But when I swallow you am I sipping poison?
No not quite the same, is it really a choice then?
Oh who to blame for the pain
Body starts to break, one more sip
One more taste
Oh sugar you taste so good sipping from your red
Silver lips as it should – you were made to kiss
Battled in a can people pray for this
Simple, your pleasure nice, fizz
Carbonated, candied ice
Melting in my mouth, salivating loud
But when I swallow you am I sipping poison? – not quite
The same is it really a choice then
Who to blame for the pain
Body starts to break, one more sip
One more taste
Swallowing sugar, following sugar:
When I breathe, what I can't see – invisible demons
Feel them when I sleep