SCP Agent: Anxious and Armed with a Grimoire

[Verse 1] A special agent tasked with containing eldritch horrors That might sound like a hard job to you But my calm and cool demeanor Does not belie the fact that I am in over my head [Verse 2] The grimoire that I use is also a living thing It's constantly talking in my head And it just makes me so tired That I cannot feel any fear [Chorus] If you had my job You'd die You'd die And I don't mean you'd die because of eldritch horrors You'd die from the stress You'd die You'd die [Verse 3] If you look in my eyes You will see a well of madness I look at my face in the mirror And I am repulsed By the strange eldritch being that stares back at me [Chorus] You'd die You'd die And I don't mean you'd die because of eldritch horrors You'd die from the stress You'd die You'd die [Verse 4] I still haven't been promoted And my job performance has been so outstanding They should've promoted me a long time ago Maybe I'm not as cool and calm as I think I am [Bridge] The whispers grow louder, piercing through my sanity I chase shadows in corridors, searching for clarity Each step feels heavier, as reality starts to fray In the depths of the grimoire, I've lost my way [Outro] Sometimes I wonder how I got here, surrounded by creatures from unspeakable realms. Each day, I walk this line between sanity and chaos, armed with nothing but this cursed book and a flicker of hope. It's a strange life, being an SCP agent, but someone has to do it. Maybe one day things will be normal again, but for now, I must carry on.