Hell in a Bottle — One More Round, One More Grave | Dark Country Anthem

Описание: “Hell in a Bottle” is a gritty Dark Country Anthem about addiction, relapse, and the brutal moment you admit the drink isn’t peace—it’s prison. Set under neon flicker and barroom smoke, this cinematic Western track follows a man who’s done with “one more round,” done with velvet lies, and ready to feel real pain instead of borrowed comfort. With cracked-mirror truth, desperate prayers, and a midnight ritual to break the glass, this song is a raw confession for anyone fighting to get their life back—one sober night at a time.

💬 “Recovery isn’t pretty—it’s a war you win one night at a time.”

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Lyric: “Hell in a Bottle”

[Hook – 2 lines]
I’ve been living in a bottle like it’s holy ground—
But hell don’t need fire… it just needs “one more round.”
[Verse 1]
Neon flickers, smoke hangs low,
Same barstool where my years let go.
I tell the bartender “make it light,”
Like lies come easy in the dark at night.
The Devil don’t shout—he whispers soft,
Pours peace for a minute, then takes it off.
I drink to forget what I can’t outrun,
But the past still hits when the buzz is gone.
[Chorus]
This is hell in a bottle, and I know the taste,
Sweet on the tongue, then it steals my days.
So I’m breaking the glass, letting the poison spill—
If I’m gonna hurt, let it be real.
Hell in a bottle—no more lullaby,
I’d rather shake sober than live half-alive.
[Verse 2]
There’s a mirror in the restroom, cracked like my vow,
It shows a man I barely know now.
Hands still trembling, eyes too tired,
Heart full of smoke and borrowed fire.
I got prayers in my pocket I never said,
And names I love that I left for dead.
I can’t buy back time with another drink,
I just drown the truth until I sink.
[Chorus]
This is hell in a bottle, and I know the taste,
Sweet on the tongue, then it steals my days.
So I’m breaking the glass, letting the poison spill—
If I’m gonna hurt, let it be real.
Hell in a bottle—no more lullaby,
I’d rather shake sober than live half-alive.
[Bridge – oración / ritual]
Lord, ring one bell for the nights I lost,
Ring two for the love I burned to frost.
Let the silence hold me when the cravings rise,
When my old excuses wear a new disguise.
(1 beat silence)
Devil, keep your whiskey, keep your velvet lie—
You can’t chain a man who chooses to survive.
[Ending – short]
I walked out into the cold, hands shaking bad—
But for the first time in years… I was glad.
[Final Chorus]
This is hell in a bottle, and I know the taste,
Sweet on the tongue, then it steals my days.
So I’m breaking the glass, letting the poison spill—
If I’m gonna hurt, let it be real.
Hell in a bottle—no more lullaby,
I’d rather shake sober than live half-alive.
[Quote]
“Recovery isn’t pretty—
it’s a war you win one night at a time.”