deepfake

(album: hypochondriac - 2022)

I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination
I am using my imagination

I don't know how much more I can take
'Cause I'm gonna need more than sunlight or getting in shape
Weed makes me panic and Lexapro drives me insane
Tell me, how do you do what you love when you're sick in the brain?
And you're two thousand miles away
So why am I stalking your Twitter and lying awake?
I show my true colors, you left and my life got so gray
I can't get over you, yet I built up so much hate
But despite all the lies and projections, I hope you're okay

I'm not, I don't want to escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm staring me down, I'll surrender to sound
Just to find out that I was a fake
(I'm not, I just want to escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm staring me down, I—)

'Cause behind the smile, I'm so pissed
But I won't be showing emotions
No, I'm not even telling my close friends
You can't fix me now, I'm too broken
I don't know why I'm withering this way
Think I'm always making a mistake
I close my eyes, just hoping my neck breaks
Now I'm hardly coping, I don't know how much more I can take

I'm lost, I can't find an escape
I pop and my ego deflates
While staring me down, I'll surrender to sound
Just to find out that I was a fake
I'm not, I just want an escape
I pop and my ego deflates, it's
Staring me down, I'll surrender to sound
Just to find out that I was a—

A fluke, I got a tab in my pocket
It's what I use to justify all the fab I prophet
When I produce a beat, it's like making laced nootropics
I blow a fuse, repeat it, eternal state, neurotics
As I was splitting my hair, it's all a vanity fair
I'll leave the body I wear
And you can bring me to Hell

Yeah, you could tell it was the lie that you were the one
I'll play it out in my mind, what I could've done
And keep wondering if I'll write when my time is up
I can't help but picture my life ending in a month
And baby, you can try to love me, but I'm not fazed
I'm straight flushed with poker on my face
Then I start to choke on my own weight
Now I'm hardly coping, I don't know how much more I can take

'Cause my whole personality's fake
And I want someone else in my place
That'd feel so much better, I'll settle for now
An endeavor to die or create

Don't feel me
Die or create
Ahh
Settle for now
Bloomtodeath
Bloomtodeath
Bloomtodeath
Bloomtodeath, bloomtodeath
Too excited about dying, and blooming, umm—