Putrid

I wake up now because I never really got to sleep
Muscles are all sore from fighting my bones all night
Spine is rippling and twisted like slowly screaming roots of a dying elm tree
My throat and lungs are conspiring to cough me anemic
and choke myself to spite myself
My brain is strained like Krang in chains
Like Shredder had his way with it
Like an assassin's bullet behind my eyes
My ankles are dead and they're rotting away at my knees
My toes are purple-green and in a jar at my bedside
And I can tell it's spreading cuz my balls are dropping like Heimlich'd cherry pits

My neck is screwing into my brain stem
Drilling the base of my skull for oil
Drill, Baby, Drill
Drill, Baby, Drill
The Lobotomy Cheer
Let Them Die
Let Them Die
No Welfare for Brain Cells
More Blood for Oil
Kill Them Before They Kill Us
We can't let the smoking gun be a mushroom trip.

The revenge of my own putrid body
Will rot my teeth
And swell my tongue
And cataract my eyes
And blister my hands
So I can't fight back.





Someone pass the NyQuil.