"How's it going?"
Oh, just fine!

Blending the line
Reality / Fiction
Honey, surprise:
It’s my own crucifixion

Hollow out my eyes
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, I'm just trying to make sense of what's going on here, ya know?
I've been thinking, I've been thinking 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 usе it anyway
Broken but it never fadеs
Rarely did me any good
Take it, take it, go away

I wake up in a pond 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 painful reminder
That gored hole in my chest
What got me here? What changed?
What got me here? What changed?