Illil

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