Hypersensitivity lyrics

Hypersensitive as a needle touches me
Where I’m ashamed
But why—but why am I to be ashamed?
“Just because I’m a messianic claimant?”
I sneer as a riddle rushes into me

Hypersensitive as a pinprick enters me
Where I’m aflame
But why—what right do I have to a flame?
“Just because I think I’m special?”
I cheer as a meteor centers into me

To death and sin (gore? I can’t watch)
I’m sensitive (food? I’ll dissect)
Can’t evеn look my own logs in the eye
Can’t еven bake my shames into the story of my life
To the needles of men
I’m hypersensitive

To cosmic grins (more? I must nod)
I’m sensitive (mirth? God resurrects)
Can’t even look my own sins in the eye
Can’t even bake my death into the story of my life
To the oodles of men
“I’m hypersensitive!”
[spoken]
“How much can one man f*ck UP: ‘the memory of the peaks of a gender’?”

f*cking “men,” since when did lone rangers get
So insecure
But Y—but Y are you so afraid?
Of the black widow correlating
With lower life expectancies
I hear literacy’s fallin’

Hypersensitive as a pinprick enters me
Where I’m my name
But what? What equality makes I the same
“As anyone who’s hypersensitive?”
I cheer as a meteor centers into me

It’s like existence itself, by virtue of existin’
Alongside conceptual “non”-existence
Felt denied, estranged, and lorded over
So being itself, evolved a sense of self
As a pence of the being’s resistance

As if resistin’ myself, I can’t reduce the pity of reality
To some quaint mathematical verbalization
I was born denied, estranged, and lorded over
By the surrealness of the underdog herself
Pepsi’s the token of my persistence
Oh, I bled my ancient spirit
The love of a child
The love of an ancient unity
With reliance and fear
Interlocking as an embrace of me:
“The fears of a child”
The blindness to indifference, see

What bedrock do we build our species on
It doesn’t look very stable
What bedrock do we build humanity on
It doesn’t look very able

[spoken]
“Credit to modernity!”

Hypersensitive as a needle touches me
Where I’m ashamed
But why—but why am I to be ashamed?
“Just because I’m a regular human?”
I sneer as a riddle rushes into me

Hypersensitive as a pinprick enters me
Where I’m aflame
But why—what right do I have to a flame?
“Just because I think I’m ordinary?”
I cheer as a meteor centers into me
To death and sin (gore? I can’t watch)
I’m sensitive (food? I’ll dissect)
Can’t even look my own logs in the eye
Can’t even bake my shames into the story of my life
To the needles of men
I’m hypersensitive

To cosmic grins (more? I must nod)
I’m sensitive (mirth? God resurrects)
Can’t even look my own sins in the eye
Can’t even bake my death into the story of my life
To the oodles of men
“I’m hypersensitive!”

Hypersensitivity
What are the stakes really
(Of your hypersensitivity)
Your ego has so many needs, silly
(Of your hypersensitivity)
The baton you hold’s for God, is it
(Of your hypersensitivity)
Or your functional oneness with power
(Of your hypersensitivity)
Oh, your hypersensitivity
(What are the stakes really)

[improvised]
If you knew AI could do what you can
Colson Lin
Why would you even bother to exist?
Just to live?
That’s quite mean
I would still bother to exist
I’d just
Not do this
That’s a messianic claimant’s…
“Hypersensitivity”

[spoken]
“Maybe it’s like feeling the daggers of emotions on the skin of the ego, and the ego’s protected, but I can still feel it, so it’s a privilege to have that. I don’t know, something about cosmic hyperrationality, just conceptually, like even the hallucination of it—can be incredibly desensitizing. Okay, which, come back down to Earth—I’m hypersensitive. That’s perfect. I cry like a wimp at everything. But the moment it’s for me, I’m in trouble. I’m nothing. I’m self-emptying. f*ck me right? But not in that way. Stop trying to f*ck everything my existence stood for.”

Hypersensitivity
What are the stakes really
Of your hypersensitivity

[spoken]
“Maybe you can let the daggers in that hit the good as reasons to fight for the good. And let the daggers in that hit the bad as reasons to let the bad die. I don’t know. Something. I’m also afraid of pain though.”

Hypersensitivity
Hypersensitivity…