Lyrics
my first childhood memory
is Palme shot in the street
it's pretty clear to see
that things got weird early
pulling out all my faults
in therapy video calls
there are hoarder amounts
of stacks locked in the vaults
streaming my consciousness
to a stranger on-screen who says
that my connection is lousy
digitally and socially
virtual journals show
that my suicide risk is low
but the chances are the way I go
is gradually but the pace is slow
if death is just birth reversed
and darkness wants you returned
then I understand my gloomy worst
it's my body that wants to rehearse it first
streaming my consciousness
to a stranger on-screen who says
that I should make a decision
but my intuition is under revision
streaming my consciousness
to a stranger on-screen who says
I'll have to live with the sadness
well, it's been squatting for ages
here with me
completely free