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.
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.
Is boredom anything less than the sense of one's faculties slowly dying?
I called the album 'The Chemo' because it seems like the industry and music overall is dying slowly.
I swear that I'm dying slowly but it's happening, and if the perfect spring is waiting somewhere... just take me there.
Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.