Overlord The Brand New Panic
It's a bulging bloated orb with a molten core Ready to explode dribble down your chin Ruining these baby blue blue jeans But you've made up your mind You're going to take a bite No matter what it does to me So go ahead dig in Enjoy the subtle flavors Of my brand new panic My brand new panic It's a preteen playground war Between knife-fighting hordes These amateur surgeons tremble like virgins Fumbling and flailing to the bitter end Clumsy & unnerving Yet hardly noteworthy Doubtlessly embarrassing In a pantomime reflective Of my own polemic With my brand new panic My brand new panic But is it wrong To make yourself go mad To write a song? To put Psychosis on the couch And let it talk? To offer sympathy And crib the monologue Of my brand new panic? Still there's no sexual metaphor Permitted on this shore Our annual retreat Signs posted the beach All along the Anhedonian Sea read: 'Every single thing is concave or convex And you'd better get used to it!' And all my money's wasted On uptight vacations With my brand new panic My brand new panic And who knows where we'll go When I cede all control To the more charming half of me? In lieu of flowers Give in memory of me c/o my brand new panic My brand new panic My brand new panic My brand new panic