Falling in a sick joke
Looking at what's good and broke
Gonna choke
Wonder if I should of spoke.
Into it.
I can't describe.

All this stuff I can't describe
Gotta ditch the wrong tribe
Then prescribe
All the good things to transcribe.
Just can't think.
The hours are spent.

Can't make use of time spent
Gotta find a decent way to vent
My brain's dent
Burning down the boss's tent.
Can't describe.
Death feels like angst.

Sitting 'round with useless angst
See faces in the fireplace
I just pace
It's clear that I'm a basketcase.
Foolish dreams.
And I'm not sick.

The fascist ducks are getting sick
Your centipede magic trick
Burn the tick
Stop acting like you're looking slick.
Can't stand these
Prideful robots

Recircuiting a robot
Interpreting a subplot
Fresh eggs rot
Watching your high horse trot.
Just sit here,
Sit here and dream.

Sulking in a far-fetched dream
Missing my greatest super team
It would seem
I'm unraveling by the seams.
A nice thought
Turns to longing.