This song feels and sounds like those nights when you can't cope with objective reality. When the only option is to gorge yourself on substances or claw your skin off.
When you're genuinely considering carving out your organs, but with no intention to die. You think maybe you're right, objectively. Maybe you're doing the world a disservice by not taking drastic action.
You feel like an accumulation of all of your worries forcefully shoved aside as a child. "That's adult stuff" they'd say, as if some kind of explanation would eventually come that would make everything alright. Eventually it all comes crashing down. It sounds like scrupulous OCD.
This song feels and sounds like those nights when you can't cope with objective reality. When the only option is to gorge yourself on substances or claw your skin off.
When you're genuinely considering carving out your organs, but with no intention to die. You think maybe you're right, objectively. Maybe you're doing the world a disservice by not taking drastic action.
You feel like an accumulation of all of your worries forcefully shoved aside as a child. "That's adult stuff" they'd say, as if some kind of explanation would eventually come that would make everything alright. Eventually it all comes crashing down. It sounds like scrupulous OCD.
[Edit: didn't like the capitalization]