Love Hate Relationship, Vol IV: Phobias · Track 7 · middle
Holes in Reality
Trypophobia (clustered holes) — 'the pattern is watching, don't zoom in'. Internet-born visual disgust.
Lyrics
[Intro] Just scrolling down Everything is fine Wait. What is that? [Verse 1] It was a macro shot of a strawberry from 2015 Lurking on the timeline, a digital dream But the seeds were plucked out, leaving tiny pockets And my eyes are burning right in their sockets It’s just a piece of fruit, I tell my tight chest But the clustered little shadows are stealing my breath [Chorus] There are holes in reality, splitting the seam A cluster of empty, a waking bad dream I know I should swipe, I know I should hide But the honeycomb matrix is pulling my eyes I hate it, I dread it, it’s under my skin So why are my fingers deciding to zoom in? [Verse 2] Breakfast used to be a morning retreat Now the pancake batter is a visual cheat Look at the bubbles popping in the pan Look at the sea sponge sitting on the stand Nature loves a pattern, a mathematical scheme A lotus pod slipping right into the screen [Chorus] There are holes in reality, splitting the seam A cluster of empty, a waking bad dream I know I should swipe, I know I should hide But the honeycomb matrix is pulling my eyes I hate it, I dread it, it’s under my skin So why are my fingers deciding to zoom in? [Bridge] Here is the secret I don't want to share I’m the architect of my own little scare I cover my eyes but I peek through the crack The revulsion is a current, a digital zap I’m sick to my stomach, entirely repulsed But I saved the image to my phone. [Outro] Don't look at the coral Don't look at the foam The holes in reality are making a home Right in the center of my gaze Just one more pixel... Before I look away.