Ma, I’ve Got The Anhedonia Blues Again

How can you look around
And say there’s joy to be found
When it’s all on fire

When you see what’s happening
Do you find it so maddening
Lying on this pyre

It becomes all too much
Watching this stupid fucking putsch
It fills me with ire

An impossible dream
To not look out and want to scream
And feel so dire

Ma, I’ve got the Anhedonia Blues again and it’s all thanks to you