Similes and metaphors in music

Sorry I can't strum BMac...

Hospital Bed( an original by Jenny Hubb)

(Chorus)

Guess I'm sittin' on a hospital bed, foggy from the sedatives. Changing my IV is some elaborate ritual.

Verse 1

I'm expecting chanting echoed through these halls and a native drumming bursting through the walls. Tie me up like I'm a witch to burn. Fatten me like buddha and then melt me to a lump. See I'm layin' nude in the hospital bed, wires hooked to me like I'm some sorta machine. Around me is the stench of death. Oozing bodies with no pulse within.

Verse 2

The combination of pills devour me. Everything is tarnished from the mist. I'm fending off the thickened air. Body rippled from the dripping shadows. I'm ambushed by nurses who diminish light with vapours. They bring in clipboards with words but the words worm of their papers. And their voices float away like balloons in the sky. Doctors are fishin' in me likeI'm some sorta lake. I'm drowning inside the fumes that nausiate.

Verse 3

I'm withering and wincing in the pain. They knead me like dough. I bloom and open like a flower. I'm split open, weeping. They see I'm rotted inside and they disturb my mold and gangrene. But when they venture inside they become petrified at the tangled mess within me and they empty me out. I'm brittle, I'm feeble, have no flutter, have no flicker.

End

I struggle to breathe but I'm slowly turned to marble. And I crumble. I'm consumed.