yeule - Friendly Machine (Official Music Video)

ʏ𝒆 𝔲l ḛ̸̡̛͔̘͚̲͚̓͆̔̉̄̇̐ - 𝖋𝐫ɨe̷դd̴̬̣̺͇͈̙̦͓͉͉̈͊̌̒͌͛̑͘╽Ỿ 𝕞𝖆c̵̡̫̙̠̻̬̞̘̋͒ħɨ𝘯𝐞 pre-save 𝖌𝕝𝒾,c̶̳͚̈́͌̿͋̔ͅ𝖍 ρ𝖗𝕚n̶͓͉̣͉͚̂̏͐ƈᵉ𝖘ร, out 4 February 2022 ➳ stream friendly machine ➳ Glitch Princess Tour『2022』➳ official website: ✧༺cyber dimension༻∞ discord: ꔫ twitch: Artist: yeule Director: Joy Song Production Company: 27km DOP: Daniel Obradovic Exec Producer: Mira Um Producer: Nina Gausling Production Assist: Brita Topf 1st AD: Andre Bause 1st AC: Philipp Hennig 2nd AC: Max Casjens DIT/VTR: Julius Drechsel Gaffer: Luke Sullivan Electrician: Samim Gardisi Art Director: Hannah Siegfried Construction: Crofts Berlin Styling: Quynh Huong Lam Hair & Make-up: yeule Make-up Assistant: Franziska Engelberger Choreography: Chantel Fyx, yeule Hygiene Manager/PA: Lina Azab & Lou Jednakovic Editor: Raquel Caro Grade: Manuel Portschy Double A: Quynh Huong Lam Double B: Mi Nguyen Location: Anomalie Club Equipment Rental: Cine Gate Α α, Β β, Γ γ, Δ δ, Ε ε, Ζ ζ, Η η, Θ θ, Ι ι, Κ κ, Λ λ, Μ μ, Ν ν, Ξ ξ, Ο ο, Π π, Ρ ρ, Σ σ/ς, Τ τ, Υ υ, Φ φ, Χ χ, Ψ ψ, and Ω ω. Song written and produced by Nat Ćmiel, yeule ©️ friendly machine ;lyrx; Flush my vomit down the drain Think of my body getting hit by a train Always want but never need, Don’t have an identity I can feed I like to think I’m doing just fine, I like to search my symptoms online, I liked it when the voices were gone, I liked to be with you, all alone Around my neck, a friendly machine Pretends to wipe my memory clean, Pretends to make it all go away, Pretends to make me feel quite ok Hungry for amphetamine, 60 Amitryptaline, Violently crying to the song that you sent me Laxative, cant forgive A reason to live Find myself, lose myself Be myself, fuck myself Can you heal me mentally? Can you sing a melody? Can you be a friend to me? People leave so suddenly Suffering, peace offering Virtual life is altering On a noose, cut me loose Never ending self-abuse I like to think I’m doing just fine, I like to search my symptoms online, I liked it when the voices were gone, I liked to be with you, all alone Around my neck, a friendly machine Pretends to wipe my memory clean, Pretends to make it all go away, Pretends to make me feel quite ok Flush my vomit down the drain Think of my body getting hit by a train Always want but never need, Don’t have an identity I can feed I like to think I’m doing just fine, I like to search my symptoms online, I liked it when the voices were gone, I liked to be with you, all alone Around my neck, a friendly machine Pretends to wipe my memory clean, Pretends to make it all go away, Pretends to make me feel quite ok