The Speakeasy

I've got a lot of pain
 I've got some problems to sort
 Some are in my body
 Most are in my head and my thoughts
 I see a sad world struggling everyday to be sane
 Wanting to be part of something good
 But where to begin
 A little taste of something bitter sure to kill off the pain
 We find remedy to separate our heart from our brain
 Can we change our ways?
 As we waste the days
 This is better than you care to admit
 In the haze we live
 We all start to believe sometimes
 It's better when there is nothing to feel
 This is us all trying not to be sober
 Until we find ourselves a better way to live
 This is us all trying not to be sober
 An remain indifferent
 Some are searching for the answer in a bottle of pills
 Under religion, all this bodies, or a pile of bills
 All affected way too easy by the love and the hate
 Pick your poison, it's the only way we all can pretend
 That we all have nothing to fear
 Because we all have someone to be here
 And we die you'll see that your enemy
 Is staring at you in the mirror
 Can we change our ways?
 As we waste the days
 This is better than you want to admit
 In this shame we live
 We all start to believe
 Sometimes it's better when there is nothing to feel
 This is us all trying not to be sober
 Until we find ourselves a better way to live
 This is us all trying not to be sober
 And remain indifferent