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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock in, cough once
Pretend it's just the dust in the vents
Shaky hands on this cheap black coffee
Sweat in my hoodie, trying to act fine
Jokes too loud, I miss the punchline
Laugh at myself at the wrong time
Eyes red, screen bright
I look wild in this office light
[Chorus]
I’m sick at my desk, like a slow zombie walking
Brain in a fog, but my mouth keeps talking
Acting like a fool in this fluorescent room
Stumbling through the day like I’m chasing the moon
I’m sick and I’m saying it, tired of the lie
Virus in my veins and I’m still here trying
Sick at my desk, sick of pretending I’m fine
[Verse 2]
Boss asks, “You good?”
I say, “Yeah, just a long weekend”
But my knees feel hollow like cheap plastic
Heart in a race I did not enter
Open my mouth, wrong words tumble
Trip on a chair, make the whole row rumble
Apologize twice, then again
I can’t keep my cool, I can barely stand
[Chorus]
I’m sick at my desk, like a slow zombie walking
Brain in a fog, but my mouth keeps talking
Acting like a fool in this fluorescent room
Stumbling through the day like I’m chasing the moon
I’m sick and I’m saying it, tired of the lie
Virus in my veins and I’m still here trying
Sick at my desk, sick of pretending I’m fine
[Bridge]
So I raise my hand, say it out loud
“I’m not okay, I’m worn down”
Let the silence sit, let my mask fall
I’m human, I’m hurting, that’s all (that’s all)
[Chorus]
I’m sick at my desk, like a slow zombie walking
Brain in a fog, but my mouth keeps talking
Acting like a fool in this fluorescent room
Stumbling through the day like I’m chasing the moon
I’m sick and I’m saying it, not gonna hide
Virus in my body but I still have pride
Sick at my desk, sick but at least I’m honest this time
Details
GeneratedApr 11, 2026
Duration3:05
LanguageEnglish
Style
Midtempo indie-pop with crunchy drums, rubbery bass, and hazy synth pads; verses stay small and confessional, almost spoken, then choruses bloom with wide vocal stacks and a sticky, shout-along hook. Guitar doubles the topline in the hook; bridge strips to claps and dry vocal, then final chorus hits with extra harmonies and a slightly distorted lead for rawness.
Credits
Prompt by
CriminalReaper
CriminalReaperModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about being sick and acting like a fool in front of everyone and being honest about being sick and having a hard time working because of the virus that is inside of my body working zombie 
