Wine So Fine

Turn the bad blood into wine,

Wine so fine,

From the grapevine wrapped around your shrine,

Wine so fine.

 

It’s dark inside, so the devil come knocking,

I’d depart from this sub-level before stopping,

Dropping to pray, but today’s special, no time to settle,

When it came like an unseen flame to reclaim its surname,

‘Hatred’. It’s a basic expression lacking inner reflection,

Sees only one dimension of parallel dimensions,

Making it easy to prepare but a nightmare to quell,

Often leads to early farewells, so say this prayer.

 

Turn the bad blood into wine,

Wine so fine,

From the grapevine wrapped around your shrine,

Wine so fine,

Turn the bad blood into wine,

Wine so fine,

From the grapevine wrapped around your shrine,

Wine so fine.

 

Breaking bread, drinking red wine,

Look like something divine, cloud 9,

Without doubt, endowed, to be the headline?

Fine. No, of course he's the punchline,

Cuz he's confined a Frankenstein within,

Livin' with it like a Valentine prescription,

The definition of this condition is 'addiction',

Whisper to himself he's wishin', missin', trippin', all to try hide Mr. Hyde.

 

Turn the bad blood into wine,

Wine so fine,

From the grapevine wrapped around your shrine,

Wine so fine,

Turn the bad blood into wine,

Wine so fine,

From the grapevine wrapped around your shrine,

Wine so fine.

 

Looking in the mirror is the inner picture clearer,

Is it drowning in silver liquor, is it becoming more unfiltered,

Are you finally losing control, am I finally becoming mastered,

No soul anymore, a corrupted core,

Tried to store this bottle back before the outpour,

Now with it pouring out, shouting out to Dr. Jekyll will test your mettle,

Gentle, easing this vengeful power,

It may be painful but it's better than being devoured.

 

Turn the bad blood into wine,

Wine so fine,

From the grapevine wrapped around your shrine,

Wine so red and fine.