Yeah I'm ill like a dizzy spell
Brace yourself, these words aim to kill
Not sick, but nowhere near well
Don't need god, nah I never fear hell
Stepping out rises fear though
Thirty-one self-imprisoned weirdo
The opposite of every hero
A space waste till parts sum zero
Heartbeat away from constant panic
Frankly hid like Anne hiding in the attic
Fake emotions, potions and bad tricks
Buried notions with pills of Xanax
Every day sun sets on remnants
Brain echoes as a twisted penance
Can't say how I earned this sentence
Of a mind with this many tenants
I miss a pill sitting on my sill
Can't stand: "Listen mister, sit still"
Thoughts fog except when I'm feeling this
Got my Rx-made laxed willingness
Fighting back clouds ambivalence
With a match and some mad flatulence
Followed crapulence and cannabis
Come to stretched in an ambulance
Ring bell, driver won't touch the door
Next stop, chill this pit's just the morgue
Your sordid skull's sorta mortuary
This sorta storm's more than sort of hairy
Every second's less and more ordinary
Fog, unrest, dope, and apothecaries
No rest allowed for the fairly wary
I's and L's spell an ill that's very scary
Always scared of where I'll wake
Flunky, junky, drunken and flake
Vomit vodka, soda, pancake
Gobble my vacant heart band plays
Every time I'm forced to handshake
I can't shake the urge just to lambaste
Everything's this or that way
Like everybody got the damn mandate
Each cunt, skunk, and rat snake
Flashes badges for a fat tax break
I-L can put a K in that name
Crossed mind many times in passing
My mental state makes me think of bad things
I'd do to those who poach and snatch things
For the birds just for me to patch wings
He can save Hymselv with assassins