Not a spark of electricity in this whole damn house
Not enough melatonin to knock my ass out
My dreams are lysergic, my reality is no different
Going nuts in a dark room with demonic visions
My body could fry a whole carton of eggs
My throat slime could melt through my nonexistent neck
My nose is undergoing medieval torture
A mountain of tissues ruined in short order
Coughing up a storm of pandemic proportions
Dreading the days of insurance extortions
No breathing apparatus to pump my lungs
Waking up from dreams that feel like drugs
Alcoholic syrup is the only solution
To keep me away from the mental institution
The late night is over, the day starts at dawn
Still the electricity won’t come back on
I slosh along like a radioactive blob
Throat’s too sore for corn on the cob
I might as well swallow shards of glass
The next 24 hours can kiss my ass
Nothing to do but lay down and drift
Leaving my thoughts to sort and sift
Through a filter that was never there before
Demons in my head fight an endless war
With swords, rifles, bombs, and nerve gas
Turning my brain into a mass grave fast
The world wasn’t supposed to end this way
But why expect it to last forever and a day?
The power’s back on and so is the news
My fever kills, but millions are screwed
A fever passes with time and some rest
Hits different when the rich see you as a pest
If it had been measles or god forbid COVID
We’d have bigger problems than feeling hopeless
I survived insanity and snot-covered sickness
Got any more tragedies for me to witness?
Going nuts is kind of what I do the best
Don’t believe me? You fail the polygraph test
