This is the sound of someone losing the plot/
making out that they're okay when they're not.
I had a particularly disturbing dream last night: I was dying, and tortured by the realization that my consciousness would not cease upon death. I would be damned for eternity with my own burdened thoughts.
There couldn't be a more apt song in my head upon waking.
Artist:
Pulp
Year: 1998
Rating: Hot!
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