Vomited Soul

"How's it going?"

Oh, just fine!

Blending the line

Reality / Fiction

Honey, surprise:

It’s my own crucifixion

Hollow out my eyes

Hollow out my eyes

Fill 'em with these flowers

Just don't even ask me

"How's it going?"

Oh, just fine!

I'm just, I'm just trying to make sense of what's going on here, ya know?

I've been thinking, I've been thinking a lot about control

And I don’t think I've ever had it

Bashing my face

Into logic and reason

Autopilot: Disengage

Crash into it anyway

Existential dread invades

Watch me throw my heart away

Breaking my back to

Make poorer decisions

I don't use it anyway

Broken but it never fades

Rarely did me any good

Take it, take it, go away

I wake up in a pond of blood

The flies beside me having a heated conversation

One expounding a powerful argument I couldn't quite understand

Something about silent films

I lurch up and feel a painful reminder

That gored hole in my chest

What got me here? What changed?

What got me here? What changed?