Shots (By TorturedEmpire)

Single track titled "Shots"

I don’t claim to be an artist, nor do I claim to be a musician. I enjoy telling stories, and thanks to modern technology, I’ve been able to do so in a way I would have never imagined. If you enjoy what I do, I appreciate you and the support you bring. If you don’t enjoy what I make then no loss no gain, friend. I appreciate you regardless.

Song/Lyrics written by TorturedEmpire
Imagery made using AI tools, edited and finalized by TorturedEmpire
Instrumental made using AI tools, edited and finalized by TorturedEmpire

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Lyrics:
(Verse 1)
I’m a shell of my past
In this cell made of glass
Where the darkness will dwell
Will the pain ever pass?

The hell am I doing here?
Will my vision Everclear? (Everclear is a brand name of rectified spirit produced by the American company Luxco)

(Chorus)
One shot, two shot
Here, I’ll pour
One more shot, I’m on the floor
Good thoughts, bad thoughts
Drown one more
Till I end up washed ashore

(Verse 2)
I’m some broken shit
From a makeshift kit
Got an extra piece
But it wouldn’t fit
Like a Barbie doll
That was made to crawl
I was filled with hate
Now my heart’s too small

Expected to care about your problems
Or know just how to solve them
Throw all of your issues back on the shelf
Till I learn to save myself

(Verse 3)
Listen, I’m sorry
I’m damaged, I know
I hold onto the past
Cause’ I’m scared to let go
I’ll continue to drink till my problems go numb
Cause’ I’d rather not feel than learn how to solve them

(Chorus)
One shot, two shot
Here, I’ll pour
One more shot, I’m on the floor
Good thoughts, bad thoughts
Drown one more
Till I end up washed ashore

One shot, two shot
Here, I’ll pour
One more shot, I’m on the floor
Good thoughts, bad thoughts
Drown one more
Till I’m at the devil’s door

(Bridge)
Shot, shot
One more shot
Fingers crossed my blood won’t clot
Shot, shot
Hit the spot
One more shot is all I got
Shot, shot
Throw it back
Shots until my visions black

(Chorus)
One shot, two shot
Here, I’ll pour
One more shot, I’m on the floor
Good thoughts, bad thoughts
Drown one more
Till I end up washed ashore

One shot, two shot
Here, I’ll pour
One more shot, I’m on the floor
Good thoughts, bad thoughts
Drown one more
Till I’m at the devil’s door

(Outro)
Listen, I’m sorry
I’m damaged, I know
I hold onto the past
Cause’ I’m scared to let go
I’ll continue to drink till my problems go numb
Cause’ I’d rather not feel than learn how to solve them