Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows
Becoming A piece, of everything that grows
Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game
Came empty handed and left the same
A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell
The border in between is full of everything you felt
Some cling to A cross because they're tired and lost
They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost
And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness
Familiar to the image of the artist
Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment
Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here
But here I am, thinking about death again
Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in
I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin
To let them know I love them all to the end
And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep
I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes
And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last words
I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream "Love your life!"
Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me
A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet
As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer
It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers
I never expected a bowl of cherries
I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary
And when I let them carry me to a cemetary

I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity

(Chorus)
Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel
How many more demons do you have to strangle
How much longer must you remain in this dream
Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius

How many times must you prove you're an angel
How many more demons do you have to strangle
How much longer must you remain in this dream
Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius

Let no tears to fall from none of y'all
Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws
L-O-V-E L-I-F-E
Here lies Sean, finally free
And as I look across the sea I smile at the sun
While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need
The people still breathe, the city still bleeds
I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds
I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds
I'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds
I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read
Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds
And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep
I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes
And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words
I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life)


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    General CommentSlug, my favorite artist of them all!!! This song is extremely deep. "Individually wrapped placed in neat little rows. Becoming a piece of everything that grows. Some numbers a name to indicate you played the game..." I believe this is a metaphor for death. Individually wrapped=casket/coffin Placed in neat little rows=cemetary becoming a piece of everything that grows=being in the ground returning to nature some numbers (birthdate-date of death), a name=your name on your tombstone, to indicate you played the game=the game of life. There is an old saying, "We are the same six feet under." Whether you are king, queen, slave, poor, or homeless, we all end up in the same place. So, if circumstances and wealth are all different there can be only one thing to do that makes life worth living...LOVE IT!!! That kinda summarizes the song for me. But there is another thing I would like to talk about. Slug says, "Staring at the bathroom mirror in a strangers apartment dont remember her name dont remember how I got here..." Well, to me this is not him saying that he got drunk and had a one-night stand, to me it symbolizes birth. Who is she you ask? God. Her apartment is the universe. Thats all I wanted to say, I could write a whole book on the depth of this song. It just blows me away. I love Atmosphere.
    wanderingmindon April 20, 2004   Link
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    General CommentLife Love Stress & Setbacks. That's what life is. He's basically saying that we're just a crumb on a loaf of bread. When he says he's staring at the mirror in a stranger's apartment..., I believe he's portraying how it feels to be in this world. Sometimes we all feel like strangers in a strange place. Weird huh. IDK maybe I'm just high
    convinceon February 10, 2009   Link
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    General Commentthe song talks about death. in the first verse of the song, when he talks about numbers, he mentions leaving, "some numbers, an name, to indicate you.... came empty handed and left the same" that you left would symbolize death. this was the first atmosphere track i ever heard.. love this track... trippy.
    SiccMisterMiggyMiggzon November 24, 2009   Link
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    Song Meaning"Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows
    Becoming A piece, of everything that grows
    Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game
    Came empty handed and left the same"

    --You are all dumb haha. This describes a cemetery. Think about it.
    pixelcremeon October 23, 2010   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis songs means basically just love life and everything about yourself. It's telling you no matter how hard can get you just have to believe in yourself.
    nessabrownshugaon May 04, 2003   Link
  • 0
    General Commenti love this song, there is so much positivity.
    ~earthworm~on April 13, 2004   Link
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    General Comment"Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows
    Becoming A piece, of everything that grows
    Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game
    Came empty handed and left the same
    A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell
    The border in between is full of everything you felt"

    this says to me that everybody is an individual in the end. no one can see inside of another person's soul thats why we're individually wrapped. you get some numbers, some names and everybody plays their game (with women). but he still came out empty handed (since lucy left him).
    yospike4on April 16, 2004   Link
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    General Commenti thought "individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows" was a metaphor for birth. Looking in the window of the hospital room with all the newborn babies who are "becoming a piece of everything that grows" give them "some numbers, a name to indicate they played the game". I guess you could look at it both ways. I never thought of it symbolizing coffins, but that could really work well too. i dunno i just like the song and all of atmospheres stuff
    double_bfon May 02, 2004   Link
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    General Commentthis is my favorite song off god loves ugly
    xheartbreakerxon January 15, 2005   Link
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    General CommentThis blows my mind everytime I hear it.
    Marajaon April 27, 2005   Link

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