All of it is an advertisement for your death

Lately I've been glancing through the haze
to ensure your last of days was that and only that

I need a new disease
this one has escaped me

I need a new disaster to harness
I need a new cacophony to conquer
I need a new archetype to emulate

We deloused it
so we could stare at it
we vaccinated her to
remove potential pregnancies

the only reason to participate is ultimately to remain calm, and in sight

this is one I might have been meaning to get off my chest for a while
but I have allowed my body to abandon me
to leave me cold and vulnerable

the way they beat you must feel nice
you think I'm cool?
you're wrong

it is funny until it makes the headlines
it is funny, to you
I bet, or at least I hope or else
why did I write this?

Well, I don't know and
that's the most I can say

My heart doesn't work
but I still have machines
to help "me" survive

hunger pains make little boys flinch at night
convulsing their way through nightmares
and shooting up in their bedrooms

I stole myself from someone else
and I'm not here now