But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. ![]() The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. It's a very hopeless song because it reflects real life. that is going on in the world, often run by huge yet nearly invisible organizations, corporations, and 'leaders'. While our lives are often shielded, we're in our own protective bubbles, or protective helmets like the one Thom wears, if we look a little harder we can see all the corruption, lies, manipulation, etc. He'd rather die peacefully right now than live in this cage. But there is seemingly no way out but death. ![]() politicians and businessmen, perhaps) is not the way to live. This boring, "perfect" life foisted upon us by some higher powers (not spiritual, but political, economic, etc. In the video, his helmet is slowly filling up with water, drowning him. On No Surprises, the narrator is realizing how this life is killing him slowly. People are being used by those in power "like a pig in a cage on antibiotics"-being pacified with things like new phones and cool gadgets and houses while being sucked dry. But in Fitter, Happier the narrator(?) realizes that it's incredibly robotic to live this life. We're told to strive for some sort of ideal life, which includes getting a good job, being kind to everyone, finding a partner, getting married, having a couple kids, living in a quiet neighborhood in a nice big house, etc. Same ideas expressed in Fitter, Happier are expressed in this song. Kibrit kadar kibrin söyle ne yarar? (ja, ja, ja, ja) Işıklar söndüğünde gölgeler kaçar (ja, ja, ja, ja) Tırsma gecelerimden bu kadar (ja, ja, ja, ja) Ja, ich weiß, du willst meinen Hype auch (ja) Copy-Paste, ja, sie biten jetzt meinen Sound. Ja, wir sind verballert, Dicka, Lights Out (Stay High) Meine Sinne halb taub, ey. Alles dunkel, doch mein Team am scheinen, ey. Geçemezler karanlığımın eşiğinden (ja, ja, ja, ja) Die Lichter aus, doch wir strahlen noch mehr als die Sterne. Ja, sie wären gerne mit uns, ja (ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja)ĭicka, siehst du nur noch Rauch, ja, Lights Out Ja, sie wollen jetzt meine Tickets (ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja) Ob sie glauben oder nicht, nein, das sind alles Facts (Facts) ![]() Prada-Body-Bag, Dicka, ihr seid Copycats (ja) Ja, dein Drip ist alles Fake, Dicka, du bist nicht echt (Fake) ![]() Meine Bros an meiner Seite, Dicka, fick' den Rest (Slatt) Stay High, flieg' in meinem Raumschiff Enterprise (Ufo361) Nein, ihr kommt nicht hinterher, Dicka, euch fällt nichts ein Nein, ich schlafe keine Nacht, ja, bin auf meinem Grind Independent, Dicka, nein, ich habe nie gesignt Ja, ich weiß, du willst meinen Hype auch (ja)Ĭopy-Paste, ja, sie biten jetzt meinen Sound Ja, wir sind verballert, Dicka, Lights Out (Stay High) Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles (CSS).Die Lichter aus, doch wir strahlen noch mehr als die SterneĪlles dunkel, doch mein Team am scheinen, eyĪydan aya tur, söyle ne getiriyim sana ayran? Get the embed code UFO - Doctor, Doctor Album Lyrics1.C'mon Everybody (live)2.Let The Good Times Roll3.Lights Out (live)4.Only You Can Rock Me (live)5.Rock Bottom (live)UFO Lyrics provided by The frightening thoughts of what's been taught Lights out, lights out in London, hold on tight till the endīetter now you know we'll never wait till tomorrow
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