Sickness Illness

Always at a blunt blade

Only if he's not brave

You've gone the right way

It's not a thought grenade

I'm so afraid now, I'm so afraid

Hombre, are you okay?

Always on his damn phone

Sleeping through the day alone

Problems that he weren't told

Pop up like a light bulb

Digital detox puts him in pain

I'm stuck in my last day

All he wants is change now

Always want to pray

Always want to innovate

Took her to the back room

Now it is a bedroom

Breaking down methodically

Now I've got your sympathy

Staring at the skyline, waiting for the end

Wake up in a bad place

Broken brain and healed lungs

Tab under the shaking tongue

This superpowered human can

Count the milliseconds, then

Now you've got problems in oh so many ways

Strangled by your D-I-D

It's all you can think of, the drugs are gonna stay

What's up with your memory?

You've got a good brain

Stuck in a disdain

Clutter with envy

I'm so glad he's not me

First he was a baby, now he's not the same

Never what he used to be

Tells you on a soapbox

How your mind is filled with black rocks

You've gone the right way

It's not a thought grenade

First he's clairvoyant, now he's gone insane

Hombre, are you okay?

Maw of a mountain, gull of a lake

I've still got a long way

First he's clairvoyant, now he's gone insane

Take a breath, its okay

Maw of the mountain, gull of a lake

I've still got a long way