From the album Another Song - Single
This song pretends to be motivational while cataloging horror. The chorus reads like a self-help seminar gone psychotic, congratulating you on a life that is simultaneously 'a hit' and 'a shit.' What makes it devastating is that the narrator seems genuinely unable to tell whether they are celebrating or mourning, like someone who has been told to smile so long they forgot what their real face looks like.
Another star locked up in a jar / Another sun shot down with a gun
The violence here is weirdly contained and miniaturized. Not 'the sun exploded' but 'shot down with a gun,' like cosmic destruction reduced to something handheld and deliberate. The whole song operates this way, treating apocalyptic despair as just another item on a checklist.
Congratulations - This life's a hit, this life's a shit / Sweet elevation - Enjoy the show, stop feeling low
The pivot from 'hit' to 'shit' in the same breath is the whole song in miniature. The narrator is congratulating you for surviving something that is actively destroying you. The commands to 'stop feeling low' and 'get insane' sound like a life coach who has completely lost the plot.
Another child that slashes its wrist / Another bed turns burning red
This is the darkest the song gets, and it arrives with the same flat 'another' as everything else. The narrator treats child self-harm with the same numb inventory tone they used for 'another wish to heaven sent.' That consistency is either total dissociation or a refusal to look away.
Just reach the top and never ever stop
The addition of 'ever' in the last line might be emphasis or it might be panic. Either way, the command to 'never stop' becomes sinister when paired with everything that preceded it. Stop what? The suffering? The performance? The song never clarifies, which makes the command feel like a threat.
This song does not resolve. It just repeats the same cycle louder until the final 'never ever stop' lands like a curse. The narrator never stops congratulating, never stops listing, never acknowledges that the motivational language and the content are at war. What sticks is the feeling that they genuinely cannot tell the difference anymore.