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Hilma Bendrik - BURNOUT (Official Visualizer)

listen to BURNOUT : https://share.amuse.io/track/hilma-be... Written, produced and mixed by Hilma Bendrik, coverart created by Sara Zenobia Green, mastered by Nevo Mastering. Follow Hilma Bendrik on instagram: instagram.com/hilmabendrik LYRICS When i can’t remember mid-sentences ’Cause i forget what i’m talking ‘bout It feels a little like burnout And there’s this twitching under my eye Been going at it for two weeks now It feels a little like burnout While i can’t erase the pain I can’t ignore the feeling No matter how i try Heart keeps on beating way too fast inside this shell But i don’t really wanna stop it Guess i’m fueled by being in pain And either way they don’t believe me Too many thoughts, all at the same time I have no idea where i even start To sort ‘em all out, things in its right place What's even my place? Running out of time, got me fearing burnout The funny thing is that that just makes it worse To sort it all out, things in its right place What's even my place? If i were to call in sick sometime Spend a day in solitude Would it help or just make it worse? I think probably worse ’Cause like i said i guess i’m fueled by pain But still we’re headed for burnout And while i love what occupies me I can’t ignore the feeling No matter how i try Heart keeps on beating way too fast inside this shell Think i might gonna have to stop it Even with the evidence No they don’t believe me Too many thoughts, all at the same time I have no idea where i even start To sort ‘em all out, things in its right place What's even my place? Running out of time, got me fearing burnout The funny thing is that that just makes it worse To sort it all out, things in its right place What's even my place? Too many thoughts, all at the same time I have no idea where i even start To sort ‘em all out, things in its right place What's even my place? Running out of time, got me fearing burnout The funny thing is that that just makes it worse To sort it all out, things in its right place What's even my place? Heart keeps on beating way too fast inside this shell But i don’t really wanna stop it Guess i’m fueled by being in pain Either way they don’t believe me