Blood in the Whiskey

“Some men drink for joy. Me? I drink for proof.”

Bottle on the table, truth in the glass, Every burn I take drags up the past. A scar for a story, a deal for a lie, Blood in the whiskey, I can’t deny.

Blood in the whiskey, Fire in my breath. Blood in the whiskey, I toast to death. No mercy, no prayer — Just what’s left.

She poured me love, but the taste was fake, Every kiss I took was another mistake. But I drank it down, no crown, no sky, Blood in the whiskey — the reason why.

Blood in the whiskey, Fire in my breath. Blood in the whiskey, I toast to death. No mercy, no prayer — Just what’s left.

“The glass don’t lie. The burn don’t fade. Every sip’s a debt… That I already paid.”

Blood in the whiskey, That’s how I stand. Blood in the whiskey, Poured by my hand. The last truth I carry — No one can understand.

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