Oh fuck, here we go again,
I feel it creeping through my brain,
The smoke has hit the fire alarm,
Almighty sadness , bleeding strain.
I'd run but what the fuck's the point?,
It's holding down my very joints,
I'm trying to fight the need to harm,
I'm geeting the fuck outta this joint.
Oh misery, please spare me this monsoon,
Im growing weaker, i'll lose it soon,
This fist of pain, inside my head,
I've dried up, like a shrivelled prune