My limbs are straight-up fried, like static on a busted screen, That pins-and-needles vibe is crawlin' up, if you know what I mean. It’s spreadin’ to my dome, now my whole body’s on the fritz, Can’t do a damn thing, just sittin’ here takin’ hits. My head’s poundin' heavy, brain’s just a foggy mess, Eyes locked on thin air, drowning in this stress. Skin’s crawlin’ like bugs, a zillion tiny stings, While I’m paralyzed, losing grip on all the things. Tomorrow’s the grind, the clock’s tickin' in my ear, Can I even make it? Can I even f***in' steer? Tasks piled up like a mountain, a landslide in my mind, I’m starin' at the start line, but I’m miles behind. "Where do I start?" Hell, I don’t even know the name, Can’t say "I’m out," gotta stay and play the game. No work, no bread—that’s the bottom line, I guess, But my stomach’s ghostin’ me, I couldn’t care less. Maybe I don’t gotta push, maybe I can just let go, But it ain’t just about me, and that’s the real blow. I’m stuck in the middle, can’t judge right from wrong, Just give me an order, ‘cause I don’t belong. Am I crackin' up? Is the vessel gonna break? People don’t snap that easy, or so they say for God's sake. But even if I’m holdin', I’m just a hollow shell, A glitch in the matrix, livin' in this quiet hell. Just a piece of junk, takin' up space on the floor, A useless f***in' ghost, knockin' on a locked door. Brain won’t spin, it’s stalled, it’s dead, it’s gone, Just a dull, thick hum from the dusk ‘til the dawn. Legs keeps buzzin', body’s stuck in the mud, Electric stings flowin’ through my cold, tired blood. Can’t move a muscle, head’s a total wreck, Stuck in the static, with a noose around my neck. Damn... what the hell am I supposed to do with this?
