"Cut from the same cloth of today’s most influential hardcore, My Fictions are a force to be reckoned with. They are unapologetically heavy. Deliberately tense. Manically varied. Though their influences number among acts like Pg. 99, Converge and American Nightmare, the family My Fictions has been born into is one that is revolutionizing the genre today. Since forming in Massachusetts’ Merrimack Valley in 2010, the band has shared stages with Circle Takes The Square, Loma Prieta and The Saddest Landscape over the course of a summer tour and several weekends.
2012 will see an added release to their discography (I Want Nothing, a split with Aviator and a 2011 demo). In the age of hardcore’s reinvention, My Fictions is among the frontlines." - Elise Granata
Fortune Teller
My Fictions Lyrics
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I've been tracing out this misery trend and I don't know what to think.
In every indifferent day I'm finding a new thing to hate.
The days are changing but if feels the same to me.
I'm watching everything slowly change.
We're all flirting with the fractures and we will fall into the faults, misleading frames without those names to help sedate these nervous thoughts.
Oh, how I hear them sing!
A of canyons echoing out to me, they're fucking ringing in my ears.
And I struggle so much, but for what?
A meaningless memory I'll too soon forget.
I wake up each day entirely blank wondering how I will force myself to feel that day.
It's like the constant pangs of misery I feel are keeping the beat of my life.
It's always burning the back of my head, making sure I don't forget.
We all have our crutches, mine's a dying idea, I'm remembering dreams I never had but it's all the same to me because I just need something to keep myself awake.
It's a losing game to convince yourself you mean anything.
My life will fall apart but who gives a fuck?
Like a river I'll never learn: the same path 'til I crash and burn, and I'm forever facing death knowing I can never return.
The lyrics to "Fortune Teller" by My Fictions paint a bleak and pessimistic picture of the singer's life. He has grown accustomed to a life of misery and watches as everything around him changes, yet remains the same. His life is plagued by the settling syndrome, a nervous feeling that he can't seem to escape. He struggles every day to force himself to feel something, but it all feels meaningless.
The singer is haunted by the constant pangs of misery that keep the beat of his life. He knows that his life will fall apart, but he doesn't care. He compares himself to a river that flows the same path until it crashes and burns. He is forever facing death, knowing that he can never return. In the end, he realizes that it's a losing game to convince himself that he means anything.
Overall, the lyrics to "Fortune Teller" present a bleak outlook on life and convey a sense of hopelessness and despair. It's a powerful and emotive song that many people can relate to, as they too may find themselves struggling to find meaning and purpose in their lives.
Line by Line Meaning
I've been tracing out this misery trend, counting down the days 'til I'm alone again.
I've been stuck in this cycle of misery and I can feel myself getting closer to being alone again.
In every indifferent day I'm finding a new thing to hate.
Every day I'm feeling more and more indifferent to life and finding new things to despise.
The days are changing but if feels the same to me.
Even though time is passing, everything still feels the same to me.
I'm watching everything slowly change.
I'm observing the world around me gradually transform.
We're all flirting with the fractures and we will fall into the faults, misleading frames without those names to help sedate these nervous thoughts.
We're all flirting with danger and eventually we'll make mistakes without anyone to comfort us as we spiral into anxious thoughts.
Oh, how I hear them sing!
I can hear voices whispering to me and it's unsettling.
A of canyons echoing out to me, they're fucking ringing in my ears.
Echoes of uncertainty are ringing in my ears like the sound of canyons.
But here I am with these hands digging holes that will never equate and I will never escape from this nervous feeling, this settling syndrome that plagues and betrays me.
I'm trapped in the cycle of anxiety and digging deeper and deeper without any escape from the feeling that plagues and confuses me.
And I struggle so much, but for what?
I'm constantly fighting with myself but I don't even know what I'm struggling for.
A meaningless memory I'll too soon forget.
All of this will be a meaningless memory I'll soon forget.
I wake up each day entirely blank wondering how I will force myself to feel that day.
Every day I wake up feeling empty and wondering how I'll manage to feel anything.
It's like the constant pangs of misery I feel are keeping the beat of my life.
The constant pain I feel is like the beat to the rhythm of my life.
It's always burning the back of my head, making sure I don't forget.
The feeling of dread is always at the back of my mind, reminding me not to forget.
We all have our crutches, mine's a dying idea, I'm remembering dreams I never had but it's all the same to me because I just need something to keep myself awake.
We all have our vices, and mine is holding onto an idea that's fading away. I'm grasping for something to keep myself from falling asleep to the realities around me.
It's a losing game to convince yourself you mean anything.
Trying to convince myself that I have any significance in the grand scheme of things is a losing game.
My life will fall apart but who gives a fuck?
Even though I know my life is on the brink of collapse, I wonder if anyone really cares.
Like a river I'll never learn: the same path 'til I crash and burn, and I'm forever facing death knowing I can never return.
Like a river that never changes course, I'll keep heading down the same path until everything falls apart, constantly aware of just how fleeting life can be.
Contributed by Connor D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.