Locutus

Fighting dark entities the fuck-up off me,
You can keep them hot drinks, I hate coffee.
Knife Party are banging on my mp3 player,
Feeling things coming, I'm not a soothsayer.
No prophet either but sensing less clock ticks,
Jumped out of the bedroom window quick.
Those intrusive thoughts weren't my own,
Bastards beating my skull in are now gone.
Living through experiences that can't be ignored,
Drones asleep, like when Picard was "Locutus" borged.