This is everything you'd to to hang on your thinnest shred of novelty
Can't help but think we're trading our dignity

Dignity *****.

Life *****.

I can't quite understand the exact way in which it's happening, but I can feel us dying.

It's a torrent of paradoxical energy
There's something wrong in paradise
There's a riot in heaven

Every concept is broken

Life could be awesome
But you are charged with agency,
That card they keep playing.

I swear, there's something strange about it.