Masochistic Nostalgia Machine
I can't escape, you're in my blood
This imagery is torturous
It's consuming me
It's too clear, too sharp, too cutting
I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go
This hole in my chest
Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone
I've made a whore out of recalling
Decompressing all my warnings
This masochistic nostalgia machine does nothing to console me
I hallucinate you
Shut it off, just fucking shut it off
I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go
This hole in my chest
Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone
How the hell'd I wind up in this mess
(Which roads, which paths?)
You're the only thing I've got left
(And you're haunting my mind!)
Every step I take I see ghosts
(And they're following me)
Get the fuck out of my bones
I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go
This hole in my chest
Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone
Autor(es): Discordian