Feverish Reverie

The world spins fine, but mine's come to a halt Drowned in a sea of blankets, I'm sailing through salt Cup of tea by my side, going cold in despair In the fortress of pillows, just gasping for air Moments so dramatic, with each aching groan I'm the king of my suffering, on this feverish throne In my bed, feelin' like the life's drained out Every cough's a thunder, and my head's a stormy cloud Dramatic in my misery, like the world should care My sneezes echo somber tunes, in this solitary lair Doctor's words like whispers, in this sickly serenade With every tissue's tear, it's like a dirge that's softly played No appetite to feast, just the bitter taste of pills The room is spinning round, like a carousel of ills Voices from beyond, they call but I can't heed Buried in a cocoon, where I nurse my every need [Chorus] I'm a shadow of a man, with the manflu's cruel bite In the fading of the light, I wage my silent fight I'm a vessel run aground, with a feverish frown Every breath a labored sound, in my sweat-drenched gown The sun outside is mocking, with its healthy glow While I'm cloaked in aches, beneath my quilted throw The clock just ticks and tocks, with ruthless drone And I'm a muffled voice, surrendering with a moan