“Just like an amnesiac / Trying to get my senses back / (Oh, where did they go?) / Laughing with a mouth of blood / From a little spill I took / (Oh, what are you laughing at?) / See I traded my plot of land / For a plane to anywhere / (Oh, where do you go?) / And I can’t see the future / But I know it’s got big plans for me / (Oh what does it see?)”
– St. Vincent (“Laughing With a Mouth of Blood”)
