I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
The girls on the streets look all sad in this gold encrusted little town
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with a price
It's a town that never does anything and takes all the credit
A place that promises so much and never has a thing to say
Or a care in the world
There is no memory here
No dream for itself but the dreams of others
And all over the world you talk about a place you've only seen in the re-runs
Immortalized by its vice and deified for its carnage
There's money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it.
In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, school yards, town cars,
Back rooms and more…
Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet,
Of simple lives and red carpets
The ejaculating zeitgeist in night vision
Culture is a punch line in a motionless blood in the water
The sharks here play games you can't fathom
But you flock here anyway
On college money and credit cards
Spend a week bullshitting yourself that it was all true,
All of it…
Just to watch in horror as it all falls into pieces into the gravity of reality
The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you,
Nothing is guaranteed
You are a part of the great divide, the chosen, or the frozen
Now your miles away without an egg,
Your college money is a collage of debt
And your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half.
Time to wander a landscape in berethed of mercy
This is now the back lot of your failed movie
A waking dream re-written without your permission
The real luster, the soft focus, the soap opera vision
Is just the hindsight of a world who's just been lied to
Of sad surfs, and untouchable lords
You took a chance didn't you?
The chance didn't have a par for you this time around
Maybe next life.
And you can't even walk home
The girls on the street all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town
No wonder, that's the only thing here that's real
The gold is for fools and paradise is lost
But the hungry have never bothered with the cost
Day by day they fall away like rose petals
Like ink that won't dry or fade
It just runs wild down cracks and crevices, grooves and folds
So I hope someone saves you, before you get cold
I really do.
Because the girls are on set in this little black book
If you don't believe me take a closer look.
If you can..?
Why is that? Isn't this the town of dreams?
Yeah, but it comes with a price
It's a town that never does anything and takes all the credit
A place that promises so much and never has a thing to say
Or a care in the world
There is no memory here
No dream for itself but the dreams of others
And all over the world you talk about a place you've only seen in the re-runs
Immortalized by its vice and deified for its carnage
There's money in the air there
All you have to do is reach up and grab it.
In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, school yards, town cars,
Back rooms and more…
Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet,
Of simple lives and red carpets
The ejaculating zeitgeist in night vision
Culture is a punch line in a motionless blood in the water
The sharks here play games you can't fathom
But you flock here anyway
On college money and credit cards
Spend a week bullshitting yourself that it was all true,
All of it…
Just to watch in horror as it all falls into pieces into the gravity of reality
The starry eyes fade as it dawns on you,
Nothing is guaranteed
You are a part of the great divide, the chosen, or the frozen
Now your miles away without an egg,
Your college money is a collage of debt
And your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half.
Time to wander a landscape in berethed of mercy
This is now the back lot of your failed movie
A waking dream re-written without your permission
The real luster, the soft focus, the soap opera vision
Is just the hindsight of a world who's just been lied to
Of sad surfs, and untouchable lords
You took a chance didn't you?
The chance didn't have a par for you this time around
Maybe next life.
And you can't even walk home
The girls on the street all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town
No wonder, that's the only thing here that's real
The gold is for fools and paradise is lost
But the hungry have never bothered with the cost
Day by day they fall away like rose petals
Like ink that won't dry or fade
It just runs wild down cracks and crevices, grooves and folds
So I hope someone saves you, before you get cold
I really do.
Because the girls are on set in this little black book
If you don't believe me take a closer look.
If you can..?
Lyrics submitted by theinhale227
The Frozen Lyrics as written by James Root Corey Taylor
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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