I was pretty normal,
And also insane,
Alcohol overshadowed my brain,
There must be more to life,
Than a barrel of ale,
And sadly,
I became the prodigal son,
I felt like a fugitive on the run,
Crucifying everything under the sun,
Serenity will not open the gates of heaven and let you in,
But it will open the gates of hell and let you out,
And I must confess,
I was possessed.

Ben