Somebody is fucking with me
I don't feel that well
My mouth has a vile taste
My breath a noxious stale
I feel I'm being watched
A presence with evil clout
My stomach is cutting forecasts
Adrenals are freaking out
Terrible things happen to sweet people
My sweat smells quite sweet
My mind keeps fighting its monsters
I can't just give up and quit
A foreboding of bad chaos
Goosebumps of impending doom
Shouldn't have gone for that tea
I knew it had magic shroom
Good god where do you go
When shit hits the shins
I'm planning to puke a lot
Penance for my sins
Experiments always go awry
I just don't know why
My penis shriveled into its sac
My throat has gone dry
Something is going to eat me
I think I could be dead
The wind of a monster's sigh
The shroom's fucking my head
I worry about everything
What a fucking trip
Even with magic shrooms
I can't get a potent grip
But what if there really are such things
Monster with large head
I only have to turn around and look
But then I'd be severely dead
