Endless Stream of the Bizarre

As grey matter congeals
You write down how it feels
But it's line after line of clichés
Burnt a third of our 30k days
Now the rest will go up in the blaze

Yeah no-one can describe it
But we all live inside it
The perverse little creatures we are
In an endless stream of the bizarre
Stuck like pigs in a black abattoir

Death visions on spreadsheets
Two billion heartbeats
But as doomed to destruction I am
I will milk this mistake while I can

I'm perpetually flummoxed
And sick to my stomach
The perverse little creater I am
But I'm doing the best that I can
To plough on when I don't understand