Bottoms up

Twist the cap sealed airlock    
Tilt the neck to six o clock    
Gulp it down in counts of five    
Attempting just to feel alive    
     
Downward flows of burning rage    
Escaping through the rib's old cage    
Whispers to the beating heart    
to shorten every beat apart    
     
It fuels the fury up each vein    
and twists the story inside the brain    
to make belief it's all okay    
and all your dreams are here to stay    
     
Never mind the truth in tale    
They never seem to just prevail    
and all the noise that you were fed    
was bottled up inside your head    
     
Emptied up and left alone    
Nothing left but what was sown    
Pounding through the temple side    
The truth that said it never lied...