I got my propaganda. I got revisionism. I got my violence in high def ultra-realism.
All a part of this great nation.
I got my fist. I got my plan. I got survivalism.
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I can not go through this again
I just want something I can never have.
I want to but I can't turn back. But I want to.
God Money I'll do anything for you. God Money just tell me what you want me to. God Money nail me up against the wall. God Money don't want everything. He wants it all.
Bow down before the one you serve. You're going to get what you deserve.
Well I used to stand for something. But forgot what that could be. There's a lot of me inside you. Maybe you're afraid to see.
Well I used to stand for something. Now I'm on my hands and knees. Traded in my God for this one. And he signs his name with a Capital G.
Take care, Halo. You seem like a good person. As David Bowie once wrote: "you're a wonderful person, but you got problems". You'll get there.
Do you know how far this has gone?
Just how damaged have I become?
When I think I can overcome
It runs even deeper
Everything that matters is gone
All the hands of hope have withdrawn
Could you try to help me hang on?
Awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin. They pick and they pull trying to get their fingers in. Well they've got kill what we found. Well they've got to hate what they fear. Well they've got to make it go away. Well they've got to make it disappear.
All that we were is gone. We have to hold on. All that we were is gone. We have to hold on. When all hope is gone. We have to hold on. All that we were is gone, but we can hold on.
You and me. We're in this together now. None of them can stop us now. We will make it through somehow. You and me, even after everything. You're the queen and I'm the king. Nothing else means anything.
Tried to save a place from the cuts and the scratches. Tried to overcome the complications and the catches. Nothing ever grows and the sun doesn't shine all day. Tried to save myself but myself keep slipping away.
My god sits in the back of the limousine. My god comes in a wrapped of cellophane. My god pouts on the cover of the magazine. My god's a shallow little bitch trying to make the scene.
I play a game. It's called insincerity.
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore. And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste. It's really not so bad you know, once you get past the taste. Asskisser!
Starfuckers! Starfuckers! Starfuckers Incorporated!
I am locked in my head with what I've done.
Head like a hole. Black as your soul. I'd rather die than give you control.
Bow down before the one you serve. You're going to get what you deserve.
I was up above it. Now I'm down in it.
I used to be so big and strong. I used to know my right from wrong. I used to never be afraid. I used to be somebody.
I used to have something inside. Now just this hole that's open wide. I used to want it all. I used to be somebody.
It comes down to this. Your kiss. Your fist. And your strain it gets under my skin. Within. Take in. The extent of my sin.
What have I become? My sweetest friend. Everyone I know goes away in the end.
Cold and black and infinite with nothing left to lose.
Secret desire.
Kinda I want to.
I can not go through this again.
Wave goodbye. Wish me well.
New world. New times. Mutation. Feels all right.
The whole track just popped into my mind at a particularly fitting moment so I’ll just drop all of it because it fits perfectly.
I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me
I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me I am becoming
The me that you know he had some second thoughts
He's covered with scabs and he is broken and sore
The me that you know doesn't come around much
That part of me isn't here anymore
All pain disappears it's the nature of my circuitry
Drowns out all I hear there's no escape from this my new consciousness
That me that you know used to have feelings
But the blood has stopped pumping and he's left to decay
The me that you know is now made up of wires
And even when I'm right with you I'm so far away
I can try to get away but I've strapped myself in
I can try to scratch away the sound in my ears
I can see it killing away all my bad parts
I don't want to listen but it's all too clear
Hiding backwards inside of me I feel so unafraid
Annie, hold a little tighter I might just slip away
It won't give up it wants me dead
Goddamn this noise inside my head
"Don't you fucking know what you are! Get on back to where you belong."
I tried. I gave up. Throw it away.
Tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away.
Now I just stare into the sun
And I see everything I've done
I think I could've been someone
But I can't stop what has begun
When everything's been said and done
And there is no place left to run
I think I have to be someone
Now I just stare into the sun
It won’t give up
it wants me dead
and goddamn this noise inside my head
I am still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
Blank stare
Disrepair
There's a big black hole it's gonna eat me up someday
Somewhere, anywhere, get me outta here
Obsolete, insignificant
Antiquated, irrelevant
Celebration of ignorance
Why try change when you know you can’t?
(insert lyrics from "The Four of Us Are Dying" here)
Every
day
is exactly
the same
I cannot say that I have 1 favorite NIN song because y'know... But Right Where It Belongs has a very special place in my heart. It's definetly not between my most played songs, because I cannot bring myself to hear it in public or with anyone else around, I need to be alone. I remeber being a sad teenager and finding this song... I wrote down the lyrics on a piece of paper and carried them around with me, because it made me feel so much things... It still does. Right Where It Belongs is a place to where I always come back. It's a song that breaks my heart, but it also makes me feel less alone. A reminder that someone else has also felt that way. Today I needed to hear it.
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs
[...]
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?
I am trying to see
I am trying to believe
This is not where I should be
I am trying to believe
Persuasion
Coercion
Submission
Assimilation
I'm actively house hunting. Disappointed is resonating with me, at least the chorus is.
Thought he had it all before they called his bluff. Found out that his skin just wasn't thick enough. Wanted to go back to how it was before. Thought he lost everything, then he lost a whole lot more.
A fool's devotion swallowed up in empty space. The tears of regret frozen to the side of his face.