Couch of Dune III

Remote in my fist

Same show

Same twist

Ceiling paint starting to talk to me

Empty bag of chips

Time just slowly drips

I’m buried in this busted leather sea

But the cracks in the plaster

Start to glow

Start to grow

Dust in the sunlight

Turns to storms I almost know

I’m so bored

Lying on my couch

Till my living room becomes Dune three

Sands roar back at my lazy shout

From this sagging throne I claim the galaxy

I’m so bored it’s breaking through the screen

From a stained old cushion to a warring dream

On my couch

I’m the terror of the Dune three scene (hey!)

Pizza box shield

Crumbs my battlefield

Lamp becomes a brutal burning sun

Coffee table throne

Phone a speaking stone

Summoning a war that must be won

Every stain on the carpet

Maps a land

Maps a plan

Vacuum in the corner

Now a beast I dare command

I’m so bored

Lying on my couch

Till my living room becomes Dune three

Sands roar back at my lazy shout

From this sagging throne I claim the galaxy

I’m so bored it’s shredding every seam

From a flickering sitcom to a prophet’s scream

On my couch

I’m the terror of the Dune three scene

[Half-time

Massive chugs]

Blank stare

Blank stare

Then the sand climbs the stairs

The old air vent howls like a distant war

One click

One breath

I reject this rest

And the carpet splits like a planet’s core

I’m so bored

Lying on my couch

Till my living room becomes Dune three

Sands roar back at my waking shout

From this battered throne I bend reality

I’m so bored I split the mundane clean

From a quiet afternoon to a battle scream

On my couch

I’m the ruler of the Dune three scene (whoa)

On my couch

Bored to steel

I rise supreme