The Oz of Churlish Thoughts

There's so many thoughts in my head
Churling, evil little things, clawing scratching everything
Here and there they go, never standing still
Yes, here again we go and go and go
There's so many thought tornadoes
Taking the pills feels like shooting at the wind
Turning around and shooting you in the stomach
And there goes your previous meal
Thoughts, these thoughts, fuck these thoughts
I can't seem to get away, it feels like rain
Or hail falling down upon my head
I would scream but here I am drowning
Flash floods and lighting deepen the theme
Thoughts growing bigger than they seem
Nothing to hold onto turning us into Dorothy
And theres my dog but no witch
Just my big bad mind trapped in this skull
Would the characters of the wizzard of oz  
pop out if they hit my head just like that?
Clockwork men and little porcelain figurines
Red brick roads and yellow shifting into green
Where's the strawman and that metal man
Characters we've all seen and not seen
Swirling in these frantic thoughts of mine
I long for boring, but that is not for me
Curled up in bed with churlish thought
Bursting out at the rugged seams
There's no such thing as quiet
When thought tornadoes destroy everything