I'm losing touch with what's real, just feel but can't distinguish
There's a mask of green which distracts, can't match the scene bits
With facts or reasons but the moon laughs from overhead
He lacks respect so I haven't slept while halfway rolled in bed
Cold and sweat, he lights a match, flames envelop my cranium
As heat expands, pressure mounts, developing alien
and rapid thoughts like an astronaut using Boyle's Law
To launch rockets from my skull, which I don't enjoy at all
Images of that half moon against black; blue - bright reflection
The man within with a placid grin, he likes attention
Torturing like he could hopefully bring frightful vengeance
For always being second to the sun, a sign of menace
I sigh with penance, resigned to hellish bodily function
There's hissing in my ears, so appears an awful assumption
The dynamite there; they've tried to light - I find my plight
Increases by the moment, oh shit, I might cry tonight
In each facial orifice they've placed an ordnance
And displaced my organs with these painful horrid cysts
It's hard to breathe and every part of me is artfully
Out of order, loud disorder reigns, I cough audibly
Then it seems the puke is drowning in a sea of mucus
Body aches, no such thing as easy movements
But as I swim, I wonder if I might live or just give up
Because before it passes, more batches must erupt
It'll hit a peak, then within a week return to normal
Natural regulation, the process sure is formal
This happens yearly, the whole experience is nothing new
But god damn, I can't wait to get over the fucking flu
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