Irish Disease

I've walked whatever I've walked
Doesn't seem enough to me
They watch and they envy
They see and should envy nothing
You want what you can't have
But I don't want this inheritance

Damn the Irish disease
And how it's taken hold of me
What's a father but a name?
What's alcohol but a projection of rage? 
I know this wasn't my place
But it's what I became

And it's nothing but shame

Cocaine, weed...
Doesn't make a difference to me 
Just fill the empty
Let my thoughts be released
Give solace to the indifference
Don't make me claim my inheritance

Damn the Irish disease
And how it affects me
What's a Savior without a faith?
What's a coffin without a grave? 
I know this wasn't my place
But it's what I became

And it's everything and the shame

I've drank and blown 'til I've choked
While you all think it's a joke
Where's the pun in the rising of the sun?
Where's the release in holding the gun?
As it levels on my existence...
Is my depression my inheritance?

Damn the Irish disease
And how it cripples me
What is the empty existence?
What is left if I feel nothing? 
Is it sad that this is my place? 
Seeing the nothing I became

In light and in wake
Of the shame
Of everything it takes
At the tender, early age

This is how the disease feels
While it means nothing to you
As you read this
And don't understand it
Thinking to yourself that you're...
"free of it"
But we're all suffering
We are all suffering

What's it going to take...
For our shame to be erased?

What will it take...
​For you to understand our pain?