My mind… goes into FATAL MODE,

The Party Clown turns Psychopath…

And Fun stops being fun anymore.

 

I run away. From Real-life’s house

Into Fantasy land, so I delve online.

The punchline? Mind [Ctrl] FATAL MODE.

 

They’re hating! They’re ugly! With each other,

Imperfect (You can’t follow after them)—

And Fun? Stops being fun anymore.

 

I cheated my way in. My time suck-

ed away by that Jester.   [HAHAHA]

Leading my mind into a FATAL MODE—

 

Joke’s on me. His laughter saturates

My brain.    Nightmares bleach Joy.

And Fun? Stops being fun anymore.

 

I try not to giggle. To take the thumb

Away                   from that screen.                                                        You need this peak:

So my mind               goes into FATAL MODE.

And Fun’s… not coming to the party anymore.