letra de going to hell - supercollider
[verse 1]
i remember it as well as ever
you came home and your dad had a smile on his face
big as though you’d just won the lottery
and if only he knew the things you were really winning
buried beneath the upper part of your torso
kicking and screaming to get out
it happened to the both of us
the things we could never have
the dreadful and silent reflection
staring back at my shirtless body
it happened to the both of us
[verse 2]
thе dreams that i spent thinking if only i met somеone
willing to lend me a hand and secretly perhaps even kiss me
but only as a secret
if only i knew then, it happened to the both of us
the board of names we both threw darts at
trying to choose the ones we liked
it was a situation, i had yours and you had mine
it was a big deal
it happened to the both of us
[verse 3]
the air left my lungs and it only would come back in waves
and sharp bitter unforgiving waves, at that
the words whispered to me; “it’s not looking good”
and i could see it in his eyes, he knew what was going to happen
i found the scent of tragedy, i figured out the code
i finally realized where the path was going
i drank all of your tears, and i tasted all your blood
but your body ran dry and it happened to the both of us
[bridge]
you were never allowed to come back here as a kid
now you get to look back here and see all the sh-t you did
we can tour the hallways and show you who you should be
we can give you money if you’ll just give us sh-t for free
this place was never really meant to be other than what it is
this place wasn’t ever really meant for you to have kids
you could never decide if it was your body or your mind
but there was nothing left to say at all
[rant]
there’s a reason he never told you about anything, it was 20 years ago, we have new technology now, and we have great innovations! everything is digitally upscaled, you communicate with the power of morse code, you get to reenact television without any of the death, isn’t it exciting? don’t you think? everything is sorted into file sizes! they’re finally making those long prophesized microchips. it’s upsetting how similar it is to “black mirror” but that’s fine. the uncanny valley is a social construct, it’s not real. you have so many friends that you can talk to all at once! and you spend the night in a haunted house for $1,000, and you come back unscathed, and the house is two years old and it’s your house and you weren’t paid at all, and this is happening to the both of us, can’t you see? this is real life! this is the world we’re in! i’ve figured out how to make those chemicals align! i’ve finally realized how to make you happy and you’re shutting me away. it’s not that hard to fix it, man. you just need to give me access to your entire life, i don’t get how you can’t do that. it’s happening to all of us. these are social experiences. you have to have friends. you get to have lovers. this is what your life is. why won’t you take it? we all know you deserve it. standing across from me won’t change anything. it’s a universal experience. it’s not unique to anything or anyone. there’s no more worrying to be had, and if you are worried, then it doesn’t matter. society is pangea again. you can go anywhere! and if you don’t like it, it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter anymore. none of it ever mattered. it didn’t. i know it didn’t, and if you think anything to the contrary, then you know what? i guess you’re gonna go to h-ll
[verse 4]
i am so f-cking hungry
i need to open the cupboards
why is everything expired
why is my nose bleeding
where’s the doctor
what’s a neurologist
where’s the prescription
where’s the prescription
it happens every day, it’s just more money to spend
it’s just more sh-t to save, you and i were always equally doomed
we were always destined to be nothing at all
it was never meant to go this far but then
it was never meant to not go this far and well
i could’ve been a real person
and i waste almost four f-cking years not being a real person
i guess there were things to do and things to say
i guess there were thoughts to think
i guess there were songs to write
i guess there was always time, though
[chorus]
i’ve got nothing left to say anymore
i’ve got nothing left to think anymore
i’ve got nothing left to do anymore
but i guess you and i are both going to h-ll
i’ve got nothing left to say anymore
i’ve got nothing left to drink anymore
i’ve got nothing left to eat anymore
but i guess you and i are both going to h-ll
[verse 5]
i covered my dirty bleeding hands with the rag
and cried in the mirror for half an hour
the faces in my wall kept yelling
i remembered all the memories
the water wasn’t running very well
the pressure was low on the faucet
specifying the faucet ‘cuz the pressure in general was high
i don’t know why i guess i just wanted something to say again but that’s all
[chorus]
i’ve got nothing left to say anymore
i’ve got nothing left to think anymore
i’ve got nothing left to do anymore
but i guess you and i are both going to h-ll
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us
it happened to the both of us, it happened to the both of us and we’re going to h-ll
[outro]
kid has got no friends
kid has got no friends
kid has got no friends at all
kid has got no friends
kid has got no friends
kid has got no friends at all
kid has got no friends at all
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