On that night with bloodshot eyes
Who wants a shake, who wants some fries
I surfed the waves, stopped to swim
The light was on, but now it’s dim

A talking meatball, nitwit shake
Contentious fries, all in my face
Mindless droning of rusted gears
Drilling holes between my ears

Where’s a awl, where’s a knife
Someone please, poke out my eyes
Loose me from this garish spell
A wine induced living hell

Give me a hammer, NO! A rock
Something to slay the screeching box
Give me strength to fight the fool
Else a bucket, to catch the drool

All logic is wasted, as I slip
Down the drain, a steady drip
Mindless, gutless babbling dolt
To dense to run, to slow to bolt

Caught between the haze and hell
Falling deeper in the well
I close my eyes to stop the pain
The steady slipping of my brain

Wake me, wake me, wake me please
Life’s too short for this disease
**** me till my senses wake
Free me now, before I break

Up one night, with bloodshot eyes
Please…no more shakes and no more fries
The light is on, but quickly dims
I’d rather drown, than chance to swim