Cataract

I’ve got so many urges to quell,
Suffice to say, my brain is in hell,
It may be a cliché, but my soul is the devils’.

Have you ever had a thought you wished you could pluck out of your brain?
Have you ever wished to god that you could control the rain?
Have you ever actually been insane?
‘Cause if you have than invite me to the party,
Don’t forget to tell me which personality to bring.

I feel grumpy inside,
Angry and bitter,
The shakers and the movers have stolen my refrigerator,
It is hard to keep cool,
It is hard to stay alive,
It may be easy to pray to god,
But which idol is false,
What the hell, I’ll give it a try.

The notion that this rant may in fact be just that,
Is enough to set the wheels in motion,
Perhaps I have a cataract,
My mind is opaque,
The code is cracked,
I feel just like a Roman,
The city has just been sacked.