Текст: Willard Grant Conspiracy. Drunkards Prayer.

Tonight I'll say the drunkard's prayer
Down the hatch and drown myself to sleep
I'll close my eyes and stumble round
And fall down on my knees

I'll raise the glass
As it raises me

I'll say a prayer
Prayer for release

Shame acts like a mirror
Reflects all I see
There's blood in this whiskey
It works it's charm on me

I'll lift the glass
As it lifts me

I'll say a prayer
Prayer for release

I catalog the nameless [Incomprehensible]
And ask for my forgiveness
All I see is my mother's face
And my father's blind contrition

I'll hold the glass
As it holds me

I'll say a prayer
Prayer for release

All I want is the devil's due
Cast me out among my inventions
I'll tell the tale that's been told
And live with my suspicions

I'll raise the glass
As it raises me

I'll say a prayer
Prayer for release

I'll hold the glass
As it holds me

And I'll say a prayer
Prayer for release