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LOG IN
04:10
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this heart still beats alive
but my lungs have given up
suffocated repeated phrases
the predictability, well it lingers on
when i recompose
everyone will be gone
dried my eyes
the mascara bleeds off
dried my eyes
and i’m left bloodshot
dried my eyes
collapsed bedridden
dried my eyes
and i still don’t feel any better
let’s build our sentences
one by one
to overcome what has been done
everything i feel right now
makes it all worth living for
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breakdowns at stoplights
reflected in my sights
blinded by red stars
i’ll pull over just to cry
so sick of these grave afterthoughts
fueled by my inability to see clearly
blinking flashes bright projections
hazy late night reality
hold me close i grow tired
this idealizations have taken it’s hold
tunnel vision tunnel vision
i can only see myself crashing on the road
tunnel vision tunnel vision
like cats scattering underneath parked cars
so will i retreat
to these soothing places
these feelings are temporary
so will i retreat
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3. |
selfcare.exe
05:09
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told myself i’m not giving up
what other options are left?
none
take care of your heart
to lie on the ground and decay
would be a discredit to all my friends
rise up
take care those you love
fact check self worth
and step up to your own expectations
no compromise
take care of yourself
you're the only one
how will i be able to change anything
remaining stagnant in comfortability
no more self deprecation left
be the one you can love
take care
the best things that i see in you
are the traits i wish to reflect in myself
trust built between makeshift bridges
i would follow you no matter what
be the one you can love
i wish
take care of your heart
take care those you love
take care of yourself
you’re the only one
take care
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4. |
SHUT DOWN
04:06
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REACTIVE, PROCESSOR
constructs that serve no greater purpose
REACTIVE, PROCESSOR
worship of impossible luxuries
REACTIVE, PROCESSOR
chasing an empty dream
REACTIVE, PROCESSOR
grinded into nothingness
DEHUMANIZATION
that leads to it’s acceptance
TO ITS NORMALCY
i learned, to unlearn, is to be free
cannot be held thru computer screens
entangled wires tied around bedside
open window moonlight
all these words, last thoughts
loops around, when i fall asleep
now that i will dream
to see it’s downfall
artificial love of death
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