Masochistic Nostalgia Machine Video (MV)

I can't escape, you're in my blood
This imagery is torturous
It's consuming me
It's too clear, too sharp, too cutting

I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go
This hole in my chest
Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone

I've made a whore out of recalling
Decompressing all my warnings
This masochistic nostalgia machine does nothing to console me
I hallucinate you
Shut it off, just f*cking shut it off

I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go
This hole in my chest
Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone

How the hell'd I wind up in this mess
(Which roads, which paths?)
You're the only thing I've got left
(And you're haunting my mind!)
Every step I take I see ghosts
(And they're following me)
Get the f*ck out of my bones
I'm not really here
And I'm not the same

I'm not really here
And I'm not the same
It keeps coming back, and I can't shut it off, and it won't let me go
This hole in my chest
Sequential, recurring, numb, empty, alone