there was a bad moon hanging over me
when i was asleep i couldn't even dream
except to see long lengths of trees
wrapped around me, bloody, at best
when i awoke, my wrists they spoke
of hidden wars in my head
looked for a latch to push it back
maybe in you i found that
there was a bad sun, got in my lungs
i coughed it up til it got dark
i closed my eyes again that night
saw tiny lights blink off and on
wanted to be like those light beams
that travelled down from the sky
but i am here
going nowhere
i am lost, lost, lost
in the feedback
i am lost in the feedback
i am lost in the feedback
i am lost in the feedback

what's an experience?
how do i know if i've had one?
what's an experience?
how do i know if i've had one?
what's an experience?
how do i know if i've had one?
what's an experience?
how do i know if i've had one?

maybe i won't go anywhere
who cares, not even me
i haven't time to divine
i'm too occupied with just staying alive
but to survive i must invite
the endless night into my room
and hold it close, though i don't know
if what it sings in my ear is enough
all that i know is singing slows
the thoughts that go 'round in my head
like: how do we fix any of this
when we admit we're complicit?
well, i am, too, what can we do
except kill time til it's too late?
but is it good to burn the wood
while for the end we wait?

hope is hard to have now, hit reset.
hope is hard to have now, hit reset.
hit reset. hit reset.
hit reset. hit reset.