Artchoke - Us Lyrics

Empty bottles
This toast should last forever
Rivers in my blood
Conducting through the mud

This is not I how picture myself
Divinity is a game for the gods
I'm drinking till I get dead
Should I call it suicide

Pushing and shoving and screaming
Scratching until the believing
Home is not home but deceiving
Death is not death I'm still breathing
Rivers in my blood
Conducting through the mud

This is not I how picture myself
Divinity is a game for the gods
I'm drinking till I get dead
Should I call it suicide