From the album The Scapegoat's Agony
This song builds a catalog of violence and denial, then mocks the listener with toxic positivity commands that sound identical to the culture that causes the suffering. The chorus doesn't offer escape, it offers the same numbness the verses describe. By the time you reach 'never ever stop,' the sarcasm has collapsed into the thing it's mocking.
Another star locked up in a jar / Another sun shot down with a gun
The song pairs impossible violence (you can't shoot down the sun) with contained beauty (a star in a jar). Everything that could give light gets neutralized or locked away. The repetition of 'another' turns catastrophe into routine.
Congratulations - This life's a hit, this life's a shit / Sweet elevation - Enjoy the show, stop feeling low
The commands are indistinguishable from actual self-help advice. 'Stop feeling low' and 'forget your pain' could come from a wellness influencer or a sarcastic breakdown. The song doesn't clarify which, because culturally they've merged into the same numbing force.
Another face that makes me feel sick / Another word that cuts to the quick
The narrator switches from cosmic metaphors to direct disgust. This verse lands in the body. 'Cuts to the quick' is an old phrase that means hitting nerve endings under the fingernail, the kind of pain you can't ignore or philosophize away.
Another tear concealed by a fist / Another child that slashes its wrist
The song finally names self-harm directly. The fist concealing the tear is the narrator's move too, cataloging suffering in detached 'another' phrases instead of saying 'I' or asking for help. The distance is the problem and the coping mechanism at once.
Just reach the top and never ever stop
That extra 'ever' is the only thing that changes across four identical choruses. It's either the sarcasm breaking or the toxic positivity winning. I'm not sure which, and I think the song isn't either. The relentlessness becomes the point.
The song wants you to notice that the motivational language meant to fix suffering is structurally identical to the numbing that perpetuates it. By the final chorus, the sarcasm and the actual advice have merged so completely you can't tell if the narrator is mocking the culture or has become it. That ambiguity might be the most honest thing here.