i woke up in a sweat
my fists cut and bleeding
no one else sees this threat
something inside me is feeding
this demon thrives within me
he keeps up his laughter
i’m fighting him alone
i’m preventing my disaster
it’s world war sixtynine
all stuck inside my head
i wish you all could help
my mind thinks you’re all dead
the river of pis settles
calmness more fearful than calamity
able to swim about freely
shaking up everything inside of me
a tornado develops above me
swiftly lifting me into the air
ripping me across the black sky
hoping it’ll bring me far away from here
instead it dropped me into the bordering hell
a neverending field of unbreakable thorns
with one way out down the river of piss
watched over by a massive minion with horns