This guy is experiencing some issues, and now we have to do a bit of cleanup. Might as well get some entertainment out of it. Gonna turn this into a hard-beat industrial techno video.
Let me know if you want the source for your own entertainment.
Ready?
The pain is fading, no pills to just walk.
the struggle is fading, I can just stop and talk
The desire to wander into traffic is a quiet refrain
At peace with the killer, and she lives in my brain
The feeling of impending something quiets
the shadows shrinking but still looming defiant
The void keeps calling, but goes to the machine
convinced alerts are red but the lights are all green
I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold
Living in agony to distract from the hurt
growing my fears in my mind’s fertile dirt
comfort finds me and rocks me to rest
until the voices rise up and tighten my chest
No pills to calm me, just seeking out arms
the kind to embrace, or the kind to do harm
Mother earth don’t deny me my natural right
to be aware of what’s coming and a chance to fight
I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold
Money can’t buy happiness, but it buys all the pills
it pays for the faceless and pays all the bills
Filthy paper tuck intimately behind tight strings
the touch then the absence of all that it brings
The lies whispered from inside the skull
keep the sleep meter empty and adrenaline full
The void keeps calling, but goes to the machine
convinced alerts are red but the lights are all green
I want to know, before that moment that I go
To see it coming before I face that last breath of cold
Brace for impact or embrace the real fact
but I want to go before the suffering takes hold
I want to be ready when the suffering takes hold
Brew
Coffee to the left
prescription bottle to the right.
water close at hand
the chemicals keeping me going
my own witches brew
cauldron optional
Vitamins so I heal
uppers to help me feel
cortisol cleaner so I can think
a spray so I don’t stink
herbs to lay me down
fungus for the sound
liquid fire for a laugh
nootropical epitaph
water wash it all down
water wash it away
let me flow down the drain
to a field where there is no pain
a release for just a moment
where living rebellion can foment
muted sound through liquid blanket
holding me in the temporal flow
flying past at relative speed
but leaving me moving slow
Pop the top to relax
steam fed beans refill the cup
back to reality, just the facts
another day to fuck shit up