Lyrics

Take a beating heart and smash it into smithereens before you ever admit that you have a problem, that the world is not in fact your oyster to pry open and crack, that the melodies of transcendental love you sing are but a delusion for the world to know you by. What is the point of pretending when there is no more than an inkling of doubt in the end? Who taught you that life is a pillaging game, a 4X masterpiece for your careful tasting? In fact, others exist.