eject + scratch Video (MV)

Eject the disc and scratch it
Contemplative as I was
The reasons ate me up as I was thrashing through it
The acid did a number and the damage, although not catastrophic, turned my hue to an ashy blue
And crashed me right under the moon
Demons singing to me, a cacophony of lunacy
Little did they know that the flowers started softly blooming
And their grotesque faces all started turning out cartoonish
You don't know you're in the struggle 'til you're out sometimes
The whole thing is f*cking rigged and stupid
Ribs were achy, scratched, and my blood from wounds was plastered and putrid

Had to hit the force reset
The room turned silent the second I start to eject
Had to hit the force reset
The room turned silent the second I start to eject
Had to hit the force reset
The room turned silent the second I start to eject