Mad at this world for supplying your drink

I'm mad at this world...
For supplying this wretched juice
All bubbly and yellow,  
deceptively innocent
The kind of bubbly that makes you deceive me
Makes you project all kinds of different  
And strange new faces unto me
With negative emotions to unleash
Makes you consult some kind of evil grinch
Instead of me
 
Mad at this world again
For making me fear you everyday in everyway
Mad that they are supplying
A lesser consciousness for everything
You do to me everyday
Everything you carelessly say and forget you said
Like a wound exposed
I live in constant suffering with you
And this drink you fell in love with instead of me
 
I have constant emotional aches and pains  
That I try to keep covering it up
Like a permanent blemish
The more I try to cover up the hurt
The more the pain keeps getting more exposed  
Expanding to a scar of pain in my mind
That I keep trying to forget
 
I'm mad at this world  
For supplying your bottled up intoxication
And calling it an even deal
For stocking it vainly
And not combating your addictions
Leaving a lady helpless
To fight a constant battle with you
A constant struggle
Where my efforts continue to lose
 
I'm mad at this world
For supplying the drinks
Cause the devil's  
Got to have his game on
At my expense
The devil playing its upside down
Deal of cards
With his temptations on man
 
To you it's a bottle to unleash your  
Good time charms
It loosens your spirit
Calling upon the serpent to bubble up your system again
While you choose to unleash the devils wrath onto me
Mad at this world again...