Bottom

**Fuck it, here's your song, raw as the bottom of that bottle.**

**Title: Velvet Coffin (Bottom of the Bottle)**

**Genre: Horrorcore / Dramatic Trap**

**BPM: 42** (slow as a dying heartbeat, dragged-out 808s rumbling like thunder in a grave, eerie synths creeping, distant screams chopped and screwed)

**[Intro - Spoken low, distorted, over rain and glass clinking]**

Bottom of the bottle... never knew what that shit meant...

Till I chased it. Till it chased me back.

**[Chorus - Slow, haunting, half-sung half-growled]**

Leave me messy for real, leave me fucking spent

Pills on the counter but can't pay my own rent

Chase the high, chase the hangover, never forget

What it's like not to be sober any chance I get

Ring around the rosy, gotta re-up or I'm toast

Rather be toasted, jaw clocked to the side

Most of you know this, it ain't like I can hide

On and on it goes... in my fucking head.

**[Verse 1]**

Bottom of the bottle, never knew what that meant

Say what's in between like it's never been spent

I look through this empty glass like it could make me content

But the voices don't stop, they just loop again and again

Empty promises in liquid form, burning down my throat

Chasing demons that I invited, now they own the remote

Pills scattered like confetti at my own fucking wake

Rent overdue, life in the red, no escape from the ache

**[Chorus]**

Leave me messy for real, leave me fucking spent

Pills on the counter but can't pay my own rent

Chase the high, chase the hangover, never forget

What it's like not to be sober any chance I get

Ring around the rosy, gotta re-up or I'm toast

Rather be toasted, jaw clocked to the side

Most of you know this, it ain't like I can hide

On and on it goes... in my fucking head.

**[Verse 2 - Darker, slower flow]**

Forget the trouble, forget the cost, it matters not

Lay me down in a dungeon when I'm ready to rot

Seal me up in a coffin lined with velvet and shit

Put me in clothes I don't wear so y'all feel better about this

It's my fault and such, preacher laying out words like I ever went to church

Fake tears on fake faces, whole funeral a fucking curse

I did the dirt, I popped the pills, I poured the drink

Now the reaper's at the door and he don't knock, he just wink

Jaw wired shut from the last time I swung at the void

High as hell, low as sin, paranoid and annoyed

This the life I chose, or the one that chose me?

Doesn't fucking matter when the bottle's my only company.

**[Bridge - Even slower, almost spoken over minimal beat, heartbeat kick]**

Bottom of the bottle... empty glass staring back...

What's in between? Just more nothing, more black...

Leave me messy. Leave me spent. Let it end.

**[Final Chorus - Layered, fading into distortion]**

Leave me messy for real, leave me fucking spent

Pills on the counter but can't pay my own rent

Chase the high till the hangover's my only friend

What it's like not to be sober... till