Lights flicker, same shift, different day
Behind the counter, can’t blink, can’t look away.
Customers shuffle in, but none of them seem right—
Eyes too big, their faces stretched and tight.
They hand me cash, I nod and grin like I always do,
But their skin’s so thin, I’m seein’ somethin’ new.
He asks for smokes, but I hear a buzz inside my ear,
Everything’s static, yet I fake it—play sincere.
"Man, is that even a face, or am I slippin’ again?"
Time crawls slow, while my mind’s on fast-forward speed,
The guy’s arm got two elbows, it bends like a sword, indeed.
I scan his Red Bull, but the can’s glowin' neon green,
Hand him his change as he melts, dissolvin’ in the scene.
Next in line’s got three heads—one talks way too fast,
I don’t even blink, just let it pass, yeah, let it pass.
Register dings, drawer pops, shadows stretch real wide,
But I stay locked in place, hands tied inside.
"Damn, do I need a break, or is that just another dream?"
Fast forward, mop in hand, takin’ on aisle three,
But the floor feels like quicksand, draggin’ at my feet.
Mannequins stare where the chips should be,
But I just mop their feet, act like I don’t see.
Somebody laughs—no one’s around,
Freezer hums loud, vibrating the ground.
Beef jerky breathes, but I don’t even trip,
Clock in, clock out, while my reality slips.
"Guess the snacks are alive now. Cool."
Buzz in my skull, but I’m too far in,
Slushie machine screams, spin goes neon again.
Guy at the pump’s got snakes for hair, but what do I care?
I hand him his receipt without a single stare.
Blink once, sky’s all red, bleeding heavy light,
But the girl in aisle four just wants some bread tonight.
Her hands are claws, but I don’t even react,
Swipe her card, no questions asked.
"Weird, but I’ve seen worse things at 2 a.m., man."
Fast or slow, can’t tell what pace I’m at,
Reality’s melting, but I’m cool with that.
Radio’s playin’, but the voices twist round,
Nobody’s at the counter, not a soul to be found.
Neon signs flicker, buzzing like flies,
Stuck in the loop—surprised? No surprise.
A giant rat hands me a five-dollar bill,
I nod like this is normal, like I’m standin’ still.
"Am I awake, or am I still on the clock?"
Floor shifts again, like waves in a pool,
I smile through it all, pretend I’m playin’ it cool.
Dude with no face asks me for nicotine,
I hand it over, eyes wide, yet serene.
He drifts like smoke through the sliding door,
But I’m still here, can’t take much more.
Registers hum like they’re speakin’ tongues,
Reality’s a song I’ve already sung.
"Wait—did that guy even exist, or nah?"
The lights flicker, same shift, different day
Behind the counter, still can’t look away.
I cash out the shadows, they melt, they sway,
Another customer floatin’ away.
I see ’em all, but it’s all routine,
Nothing matters, man
...Fuck
