Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I’m Clay, I’m thirty-seven
Born and raised in the U.S.A.
I can spell my own name fine
Then my brain goes, “Nah, not today”
I’m at the grocery, minding my business
Reaching for cereal, feeling okay
Then the floor does a backflip
And my pride gets dragged away
(oh man)
(there he goes)
[Pre-Chorus]
Get up, get up
Everybody staring
I’m like, “I’m fine”
While my jaw is comparing
All my plans
To a cheap old chair
One minute I’m here
Next minute, nowhere
[Chorus]
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
Clay got knocked loose
And the whole room sucks
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
I pay full price
For my own bad luck
[Verse 2]
Dating apps are a nightmare
Try to sound smooth, sound brave
“Hey, I’m funny, I have hobbies
Also my brain likes to misbehave”
I keep a list in my wallet
Pills, alarms, and a don’t-panic face
My life’s got receipts and warnings
And a wake-up call in a strange place
(again?)
(not now)
(seriously?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Get up, get up
No applause, just panic
I’m the punchline
And the punchline’s manic
Same old joke
Different bruise
I’m thirty-seven
With too much to lose
[Chorus]
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
Clay got knocked loose
And the whole room sucks
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
I pay full price
For my own bad luck
[Bridge]
Some guys lose their temper
Some guys lose their keys
Me, I lose whole afternoons
And my dignity’s on its knees
Doctors say “stay calm”
Like that’s some kind of trick
I’d stay calm if my skull
Would stop playing dodgeball quick
[Break]
Yeah, I laugh
What else can I do?
If I don’t make a joke
Then the joke wins too
[Final Chorus]
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
Clay got knocked loose
And the whole room sucks
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
I’m still standing up
But it hits too much
Epilepsy sucks
Epilepsy sucks
I’m Clay, I’m here
And it still sucks
Details
GeneratedJul 2, 2026
Duration3:17
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark comedic rock with driving mid-tempo guitars, punchy toms, stomping bass, and snarling male vocals; verses stay tight and narrative, pre-chorus tightens with gang shouts and rising drums, chorus slams in with a blunt chantable hook, bridge drops to half-time with a dry spoken aside before the final chorus; raspy lead with doubled choruses, sharp ad-libs, tape-slap throws, amp hiss, and a nasty cymbal swell into each chorus, bright and gritty mix, rock
Credits
Prompt byThatGuy520
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Make a dark comedic rock song about how much epilepsy sucks from the perspective of a 37 year old American man named Clay.
