Description
It's like being stuck in an elevator between the floors of psychotherapy and a party. Everything seems to be on fire - your skin, your stories, your inner dialogue - but it's no longer drama, it's almost a style. Filters cover your flaws, tears glisten under glitter, and a fragile “normal” has the aftertaste of an error code. The song is like a selfie from a mental basement where someone has turned on the neon lights for some reason. And now you're smiling, not quite real, but beautiful nonetheless.
Lyrics and translation
Original
I don't want to
go put it off until I
know. I let it burn real
slow. I love a toxic kind of
glow.
I've been pretending that I'm
healthy. I don't want no one to help
me. So I smile for a selfie post —
a suicidal so stealthy.
Mostly I am cynical,
but it's getting critical.
Reality is after me,
might need a miracle.
In trouble now,
I love the history —
it's all concept.
I've learned resentment is a...
Imagine that.
I didn't want to scratch the itch,
and so it said —
I've been waiting for your pitch in the bed.
Kicking my heels,
I dug out a glitch.
Guess where I'm at?
Yeah, I'm lying in it.
I'm dying in it.
Reality is getting me.
I need to cry a minute.
Getting kind...
of my skin's not feeling.
Are you in trouble now?
I feel sic...
Somebody call the doctor.
Somebody call a doctor.
Oh, I think we lost her.
Trouble now.
I love
Heat. Heat.