2018-07-28
Heart's Gone Crazy
Acute anxiety as phonetic slippage. Panic narrated with wit, ending in bodily grounding.
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Heart's Gone Crazy
Acute anxiety as phonetic slippage. Panic narrated with wit, ending in bodily grounding.
33 tracks
Original Recording on Instagram
Lyrics
How it's gonna go When your heart's gone crazy? Mind be racey Ain't got no space, see? Scary place me Please don't face me Food's not tasty Losing grace Outta place Drained my face Just can't take it Think I break it That's my edge And then I cracked Stacked the pack Pack went slack Oh fuck Why'm I laughin' Crackalackin' Tryna tidy up like spick and spackin' Guess I got a knack for packin' Aspirin I swear I'm cool like Aspen I'm forced to fastin' I don't even know myself Thought I did Blew my wealth Like an untrained kid Spent it all on time before it Couldn't store it Got distorted Tried to sport it Got deported Didn't sleep Didn't eat Ran each morning Just to breathe Heart's gone crazy Mind won't land Everything I am Shaking in my hands
Interpretation
Acute anxiety rendered as phonetic slippage. Meaning destabilizes as the nervous system overloads; language devolves into childlike suffixes and manic sound-play. Humor becomes a pressure valve. Control cracks, cognition fragments, digestion and money mirror mental loss. The speaker witnesses their own unraveling in real time, narrating panic with wit rather than despair. The final line collapses the spiral into bodily reality—undercutting drama with physiology. Emotional vector: panic → manic play → self-recognition → bodily grounding.