It just rained
Bullets
Puddles in the streets
Blood
Water falls down
Tears

To lay in bed
The tiresome day you dread
You wonder what is wrong with your head

Trying countless things to rest
You don't even know what is making you stressed
Your mind is a pest

When to stop attempting the sleep?
To stop the doubting
To stop imagining the future

To lay on bed
All the thoughts taking over your head
When will this finally end?

Globally speaking
Corporate conglomerates
Existential threat
Chemtrails of graphene
Radically altered atmospheric chemistry
Highly toxic particles
Falling from a fragile sky
I suspect we're all gonna die..