Acceptance: The Truth About Moe

There are few things,
Very few things,
That are always true,
In this life, the next, and every life after.

Pain is always consistence,
Tears always flow like a coursing river,
We all wear mask,
The music is a mirror,
And the liquor....

Oh the liquor,
The liquor,
The liquor,
The liquor,
You've been true since the first sip,
With each sip,
You strip us of these mask,
These damn mask we use to hide ourselves,
The real us, the real me.

Oh liquor,
You are the last,
The last of the pure,
The purest of truths.