Jenny Hval - Untamed Region lyrics

It sums up the strange mood of our time
When nothing really makes any coherent sense
We live with a constant
Vaudeville of contradictory
Stories that makes it impossible for
Any real opposition to emerge
Because they can't counter it with
A coherent narrative of
Their own and it means that we
As individuals become ever more powerless
Unable to challenge anything because
We live in
A state of confusion and uncertainty

I'm in a big house, having big dreams
The next time I wake up
There's blood on the bed
Didn't know it was time yet
Or is it not mine? I feel old in this hotel
As if surprised to find I still have it in me
And yet so young hollow
Unsure if from young or old
I dip my finger in it
Smells like warm winter
Then I feel the need to touch everything
Everything in this room
Like a dog I'm marking everything
That belongs to no-one
Bringing it close to me, or life
Or something i have big dreams
And blood powers my own art history
My combined failures