(Drunk Before) The Blue Noon

I need to start a revolution somewhere in my head
To escape this madness and crippling boredom
That has confined me to my lonely room
Getting drunk again before the blue noon
Dissolving into the web of artificial lives
Dancing on the split-screen with spiders in their minds
I need an entomologist to identify my kind
When I'm glued to the repetition
That has paralyzed my time
But, I realize it's not the spiders I fear most
But, the mice that surf eternal seas
Of sticky webs and rotten streams
Wasting all my precious dreams
I need to start a revolution somewhere in my head
To absolve myself of feeling like the living dead

by Christopher Morris