"Eternal Sunshine"

“Today on AntiochProductions News, we’re coming at you live from Los Angeles bringing you the hottest announcements you’ll ever see on Radio. It’s way too hot around here as the birds are chirping and kids playing down the street!” 

“That’s right, Mr. Prometheus, we’ve got another 100 degree heat wave coming up. Let’s celebrate with the newest track straight from AntiochProduction’s office.” 

Stuck forever in this desolate land… 

Stuck on the factory line that’ll replace me. 

The Glory days seem to never fade.

No matter the battles won…

King of the scrap heap, look at my robes of rust! 

No matter the masks wore, I’m stuck with the living dead forever torn! 

Does it have to be this way?! 

King of the scrap heap…

Just let me fade away… 

Dance dance on 10th street….

Living it all out in the [ETERNAL SUNSHINE].

… the clock is ticking and I’ve got nothing left…

Heaven’s above me but I’m falling into my own hell…

No matter the [ETERNAL SUNSHINE], I’m stuck here forever torn!

“I apologize, for some reason our music player was on the fritz. Let’s try replaying it again”

It’s what I want… 

It’s all you ever could need.

A right exist, 

A right to be loved. 

The fog turns into a purple huey mist, 

The cat under the bridge runs away at my roar,

Can’t keep the audience waiting

I must provide entertainment, the only way to be remembered. 

Now the Eternal Sunshine is alive as I fall 

Apart in the darkened shade. 

No wonder I could never 

Breathe after that day. 

This cup is so bittersweet, 

Who can drink it? 

That thing only feels like 

Suffering and I’m too numb to try it out. 

Can’t keep myself 

From wanting to be miserable 

Because I’m divisible 

By my own wants and needs.

We all get in touch 

With that person we wanna be 

Until we lose sight of 

The fictional character we put on the screen. 

Who are you really at the end of the day? 

Are you uniquely and wonderfully made? 

Or just another puppet on the stage 

That’ll entertain the masses without a soul.

Dream a better dream 

Because on broadway this’ll

Be the best you’ve ever seen. 

Eternal sunshine for all that may be.

I’m trying to live my best life,

But they lied by saying this 

Was what I was supposed to live for. 

Because now I’m empty and broken inside. 

Living for this spectacular moment 

Only to really cry by my bedside at night. 

The cat scurries along the foggy 

Undertow, hissing as it snags by.

And I’m trying to look at the bigger picture. 

Hoping and coping that I have something 

In life that feels more than this. 

Isn’t pure ignorance truly bliss? 

Call me Matthew Prometheus

Because I’m murdering my 

Own chances at freedom 

Once I scroll for content. 

The regret seeps in 

And the audience claps at the misfortune. 

Can’t let this go to waste, 

Gotta keep coming back to the start. 

Where all life began, 

There was a seedling of hope. 

But I’m now taking this cup,

Bittersweet and cold. 

Can’t drink it, now matter what I’m told. 

Trying to survive in the 

Eternal sunshine,

But even now 

I’m stumbling with the words. 

Call it writer's block, 

Call it shellshock. 

Posing as someone else 

For the clicks, losing our souls to the content farm.

Can’t I just say something? 

Does the art need to 

Be dissected in order 

To be truly perfect? 

Does everything need a meaning? 

There isn’t a takeaway 

I get from those nightmares, 

Just the fact that I need to atone for my sins. 

Sun, sun, sun. 

Sun, sun, sun. 

I’ll always be stuck… 

Sun, sun, sun… 

I’ll always be stuck…

Rushing outta the dorm,

Say hey to the blonde babe as she kisses me bye. 

Dance dance on 4th street, 

All night long. 

Dance, dance. 

Swinging around my blonde babe, 

Feeling the rush of the night. 

Dance dance on 5th street, 

We’re all falling apart tonight.

The eternal sunshine, 

The eternal sunshine!

It’s like a cup of bittersweet 

Wine that’ll remind you of your never fading crimes. 

Can you really live with yourself 

After playing villain 

Just to escape the consequences 

Of your fiction? 

Trying to take a drink of the cup,

It’s too bittersweet for somebody like me to swallow.

Isn’t there somebody else who could drink it? 

Wanna ignore the consequences of playing the role of a failure. 

Wanna ignore the bends and faults.

Only way I can stare at myself in the face.

Eternal sunshine is what they all want 

Until they see what fame and praise does to somebody.

Maybe the obsession is just to make 

Life not boring to live over and over again. 

We all want a taste of that eternal sunshine. 

Maybe it’s not fine, 

I hate being consumed in the spotlight. 

Drinking the cup is so bittersweet 

For some sinners like me. 

We all know that living this 

Way is poison but 

There never comes a time 

Where we think to stop.

We all dance dance 

Without thinking about 

The consequences 

That comes from losing our traditions.

Wish upon a star for stardom 

But you only get starstruck. 

A taste of the “good life” 

Only to realize that this is a false way of living a real life.

Obsessed over what you couldn’t have 

Until you threw away what you had left,

Threw away those who cared about yourself. 

All for a taste of that eternal sunshine, right?