This song goes so hard for the depressed imo

A petty line of white noise Pack up your bags, and throw out the toys Three strikes and, "Honey, I'm home!" Three voices come from the gramophone A vivisection of me Yielded the start of a mystery Say, "Hello! Honey, I'm home!" Three voices come from the gramophone God returned with the moth chained to his hand "There's so many things that you'll never understand" "So, come to me, we can change night into day" "You'll hold my hand, so you'll never go astray" God devoured that of father