Vomited Soul from Pain Olympics by Heavy Heavy Low Low

“how's it going?”
oh, just fine!

blending the line
reality/fiction
honey surprise
it’s my own crucifixion

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 tryin’ to make sense of what’s goin’ on here, ya know?
i've been thinkin’..
i've been thinkin’ 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 pool 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 powerful reminder
that gored hole in my chest
what got me here?
what changed?

• Punk
• weird
• San Jose