**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
Ashonedge
