Awaken by a bird song sounding like a steel fork on the bottom of a saucepan, I yawned and scared myself with the wet dog smell coming from the hole that used to be my mouth (but for now, there's a sponge inside)      Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons   D.O.A.   Keep on feeding my liquid illusions   D.O.A.   Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons   D.O.A.   Drunk Once Again      Wine stains, puke smells   If I drink again I'll go to hell   Locked door, I'm too tired   Sitting on my pride, I'll sleep outside      Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons   D.O.A.   Keep on feeding my liquid illusions   D.O.A.   Morning promises, tomorrow's treasons   D.O.A.   Keep on feeding nothing   Nothing   D.O.A.   (I hate myself too when I'm drunk)