Industries of Blind Corruption

I've just woke up to face
A few hours of close disgrace
Leaving my nerves to fade
Near a high dismay
Blocking the images of tubes
Drop to drop, I count the juice
Annihilating each slime
I've poured with booze

I lie in this bed of white
For blackening the red blood flights
Trough galaxies, I couldn't gaze
A simple silly masquerade