We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.
First we attacked the Russian soldiers with our gases, and then when we saw the poor fellows lying there, dying slowly, we tried to make breathing easier for them by using our own life-saving devices on them.
I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere. . . just take me there.
When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.
I called the album 'The Chemo' because it seems like the industry and music overall is dying slowly.
Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?
