Eyes redder than Mars, veins runnin’ like a creek,

42 days, or maybe it’s 43, I can’t speak.

Banjo pluckin’ sorrow, it’s singin’ my defeat,

Countin’ sheep but they all turn wolves, no relief.

Clock ticks like a bomb strapped to my chest,

Puffin' on clouds, tryna force some rest.

But the green don’t mend what’s broken inside,

Sleep's a ghost, and I'm haunted every night.

Insomnia’s a fistfight, can’t win, I’m weak,

Eyes close but my mind screams, sharp as a beak.

I smoke to forget, I burn to believe,

But the weight of no sleep won’t let me breathe.

Banjo wailin’ sorrow, strings cut through my ribs,

Thoughts dancin’ in my head like apocalypse vids.

Staggerin’ on the edge, a zombie in disguise,

43 nights, no dreams, just bloodshot skies.

Pill bottles empty, shadows talkin’ loud,

Demons in my mirror, my head lost in a crowd.

I’m awake, and the world’s asleep, what a curse,

The banjo strums my eulogy, verse by verse.

No lullabies, just the hum of my despair,

Air tastes like ashes, silence fills the air.

42 days, a marathon I can’t quit,

The banjo plays my anthem, strings snap, I spit.