143. Swine Flu

My inspiration
Can't nothing sleep
My mind is a lunatic
Dreaming for one last pill
My Demons have a face of skill

Dancing round the immortal coil
Head coated in a chestnut foil
Random excitement reigns
Coming up like a toupe flame

My days,
Can't we all breathe
Mexican rashers
On a subway train
Can we all suffer like a butchered pig?