I wonder if there were any engineers on the Titanic who realized shit was hitting the fan before the rest of the passengers found out…
And I wonder if the feeling I have deep inside is anything like how they felt…
Shit like this is the rumbling of machinery coming to a halt, the deck tilting an extra degree toward the bow… People are already dying, but most of the passengers are blithely going about their day, not realizing what’s coming.
Total disassociation, fully out your mind.
Googling “derealization”, hating what you find.
That unapparent summer air in early fall.
The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all.
There it is again, that funny feeling.
That funny feeling.
There it is again, that funny feeling.
That funny feeling.
Hey, what can you say? We were overdue.
But it’ll be over soon, you wait.
Hey, what can you say? We were overdue.
But it’ll be over soon, just wait, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da.
I wonder if there were any engineers on the Titanic who realized shit was hitting the fan before the rest of the passengers found out…
And I wonder if the feeling I have deep inside is anything like how they felt…
Shit like this is the rumbling of machinery coming to a halt, the deck tilting an extra degree toward the bow… People are already dying, but most of the passengers are blithely going about their day, not realizing what’s coming.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObOqq1knVxs
Total disassociation, fully out your mind.
Googling “derealization”, hating what you find.
That unapparent summer air in early fall.
The quiet comprehending of the ending of it all.
There it is again, that funny feeling.
That funny feeling.
There it is again, that funny feeling.
That funny feeling.
Hey, what can you say? We were overdue.
But it’ll be over soon, you wait.
Hey, what can you say? We were overdue.
But it’ll be over soon, just wait, ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da.
The ‘Twenty thousand years of this, seven more to go’ always clicked so hard for me.