اگزیستانسیال

my therapy is smoking a cigarette in honor of the failure i’ve become.

i may let the voices win this time just in case.

i may let the voices in my head win this time just in case.

i may let the voices win this time just in case ifykyk.

there's so many voices in my head that i can't fucking hear my songs or even myself clearly anymore.

it feels like i'm talking on a stage and the audiences are my other 428 personalities.

i'm having a thought battle with myself every night until the sun rises above of me.

6:10 the hunter does us all a great service, and we've done so much to deserve it.

3:42 and you watch as the animals lay themselves down at your feet. a thousand bared teeth, a thousand bowed heads, yes, they're begging you for death.

teeth and hate end our relationship. of course it's sad, but that's the way it is. your violence always wins the day. yes, your violence wins.

and i'll give myself up to your sharpened edges. i no longer cling to my life. yes, i'm finally giving in.

از دست دادن سخته، دوباره بدست آوردن سخت‌تر.

دوست نداشتم باور کنم که چیزی برای از دست دادن هست، اما هست. خیلی هم هست. اون‌قدر هست که از دست دادنِ خودت رو هم فراموش میکنی.

the crowd is feeling you inside your head, your imagination's canceled by the opposite and every possibility's been proved untrue. now, is your body you?