too content to be incredibly sedentary, spread
my lethargy, alleviate me of this dread,  dark thoughts 
bled from out the front of my head, “I’d rather be dead instead”,
well fed but no bread and self-medicated

too easily led astray, brainwashed, domesticated
my mind’s the Lord’s fortress but evil has infiltrated
it’s a puzzle I can’t work it, it’s getting me frustrated
it’s fried, short circuited, need to collate it