the stars are hidden by a mirrored sky and darkness disappears behind reflected light. perception is a distance in a closed-in space, how will your body escape?

the crowd is feeling you inside your head, your imagination's canceled by the opposite and every possibility's been proved untrue. now, is your body you?

دوست نداشتم باور کنم که چیزی برای از دست دادن هست، اما هست. خیلی هم هست. اون‌قدر هست که از دست دادنِ خودت رو هم فراموش میکنی.

از دست دادن سخته، دوباره بدست آوردن سخت‌تر.

and i'll give myself up to your sharpened edges. i no longer cling to my life. yes, i'm finally giving in.

teeth and hate end our relationship. of course it's sad, but that's the way it is.
your violence always wins the day. yes,
your violence wins.

3:42 and you watch as the animals lay themselves down at your feet. a thousand bared teeth, a thousand bowed heads, yes, they're begging you for death.

6:10 the hunter does us all a great service, and we've done so much to deserve it.

i'm having a thought battle with myself every night until the sun rises above of me.

it feels like i'm talking on a stage and the audiences are my other 428 personalities.

there's so many voices in my head that i can't fucking hear my songs or even myself clearly anymore.

i may let the voices win this time just in case.

my therapy is smoking a cigarette in honor of the failure i’ve become.

i know i didn't end up anything, but from the age of 14 i always knew i didn't want to be nothing as well.

all i have is hatred, sorrow, and big amount of failures from the seconds i born till now. take it all or leave it.