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Here it comes around again

A boiling spoon of mud for my pain

I hang from the fan and spin the room

And steal my eyes from the ostrich plume

Rush of fluid to my head

A series of blinks and I'm in the red

A knock at the door so I touch wood

Am I awake? Whose is the blood?

Oh look what I've become

The flashing lights of halogen bloom

The rubber gloves, the needles soon

Pulled up from the depths before my doom

They're rough as shit, they've killed my boom