I'll be the myth
The atheist
In the southern sea
I get so low sometimes
I make the whiskey lift me
A nightcap to break the ice
A hostage of my pride, not a virtue but a vice
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
I'll be the myth
The atheist
In the southern sea
I get so low sometimes
Don't quell the sickness
That started the screaming
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
The tiger swallowed the serpent that swallowed my heart
It used to beat for thee, now for the tiger, the snake, and me
A nightcap to break the ice
A hostage of my pride, not a virtue but a vice
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
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I'll be the myth
The atheist
In the southern sea
I get so low sometimes
I make the whiskey lift me
A nightcap to break the ice
A hostage of my pride, not a virtue but a vice
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
I'll be the myth
The atheist
In the southern sea
I get so low sometimes
Don't quell the sickness
That started the screaming
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
The tiger swallowed the serpent that swallowed my heart
It used to beat for thee, now for the tiger, the snake, and me
A nightcap to break the ice
A hostage of my pride, not a virtue but a vice
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
The atheist
In the southern sea
I get so low sometimes
I make the whiskey lift me
A nightcap to break the ice
A hostage of my pride, not a virtue but a vice
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
I'll be the myth
The atheist
In the southern sea
I get so low sometimes
Don't quell the sickness
That started the screaming
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
The tiger swallowed the serpent that swallowed my heart
It used to beat for thee, now for the tiger, the snake, and me
A nightcap to break the ice
A hostage of my pride, not a virtue but a vice
So I impart these tortured prose
Excuses for my excuses, and it shows
I get so low sometimes, I make the whiskey lift me
Out of sight, out of mind, I've mastered tragedy
Writer: Jacob Randall, Justin Chard
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