Chloraseptic Lyrics

Ear, nose, throat, each drain clogged

Expectorate bars through brain fog

Thank God for gatorade and plain broth

Turn a paper towel into a J. Pollock paint job

Shiver in me timberlands, the coldest captain

Till I spike a fever pitch quicker than Aroldis Chapman's

Patronis happens to be a slug in a folded napkin, anyway

Employer thinks I'm over-acting

Never gone full Nic Cage for sick days

To miss pay with bills every which way

Back and forth, hack and snore, wake and pace, check the temp

Back is sore, sat to floor, hate this place, it's never-ending

Extra wimpy, wincing at the slightest touch

And lighting up the mic despite the something-other-itis blood

That drains my very essence like an upwards-drawn razorblade

It's not too much to ask they add a couple Wong-Baker faces

I'm at like a... Twelve

But I'm not the only one

I'm not the only one in the world to have missed out on my favorite band 'cause I got covid

At least I didn't die from it

I'm not the only one to have suffered a major overdose from reckless use of opiates

At least I didn't die from it

I'm not the only one of my core friend group left feeling exposed out in the open

At least I didn't die from it

I'm not the only person on the earth who's been completely overcome by self-loathing

Shit, I prob'ly could've died from it

Thermoreceptors haywire, flummoxed

Every aching step an un-climbed summit

Life in public never my desired cup of

Tea, but in this isolation, any greeting I covet

Biding as my state of mind plummets

Gray matter's gunk, no sign of it

Nine days of waiting for the windup with

Nil but bile in my stomach, still haven't died from it

I still haven't died from it