In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
and when the vein start
to pop from the blood
pushed away from the heart
patience, i need more
as my temper becomes tempted, to up and down on this seesaw
i should escape, i should disappear
its gettin clear, crystal clear, im in a bad position here
i gave you power, gave you control, but you had to play the role
wreckless with the treasure that you hold
there isnt much as unsatisfying as the blind man listening
believeing in the one thats lying, hide the crying
tears in the pocket, a fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
exhausted by the storm, before the calm
holding on to her memory, keep it warm within my poem
wake up time bomb, the clock is ticking shot the getting
all you gots a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions
and here you are again, emotions in your head
like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
tell me that it hurts again, tell me that it weighs you down
tell me that you need me and ill tell you that i hate you now
fuck you,
you dont know what you need and this is the last time i tell you
next time im gonna leave i cant watch your destruction
i cant trust your judgements, swear to god that your better than this
i wish youd quit those drugs, bitch!
high to low, hot and cold
took the wheel, lost control
good and bad, wrong or right
die to live a longer life
stop and go, in and out
touch and feel, scream and shout
back and forth, up and down
off the course, fuck it now!
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
now here i stand, at the threshold of anger
a pathway, to which i am no stranger
danger lurks the other side, once i cross i black out
and i start to act out
act my age
act my color
act a fool
actin other than myself, in a way
quick to the shelf and dusted off the AK
at war with no reason, Americas demon i reside in
hiding the beast underneath
an inch of flesh and soul if the brain vein pops, might become a vegetable
so i take the stress and pull, hard on the cigarette
thinking that an anneurysm might just be a quicker death
i flick the red and keep a step
thinking stress can make you blow your brains out from the inside
without the double barrel, blood bubble, eyes narrow
veins bulge from the forehead, more trouble than its worth
grey matter goes red, so i pause hold my head
two fingers to my temple, as the tempo increases
not for peace, but a piece as in cold steel, i hold still, clutch
wanna cock back ,bust and thrust this pressure from my head
before my brain starts to blush
hush, you hear that?(Sshhhhh)
its the voices that talkin, sqwaking, mocking
got me stopping, twitching and itching, to get into some shit then,
head spinning, they winning, blendin evil with sin and bending my will
sit in the jail till I.
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
to pop from the blood
pushed away from the heart
patience, i need more
as my temper becomes tempted, to up and down on this seesaw
i should escape, i should disappear
its gettin clear, crystal clear, im in a bad position here
i gave you power, gave you control, but you had to play the role
wreckless with the treasure that you hold
there isnt much as unsatisfying as the blind man listening
believeing in the one thats lying, hide the crying
tears in the pocket, a fool for the interlude that introduced the moshpit
exhausted by the storm, before the calm
holding on to her memory, keep it warm within my poem
wake up time bomb, the clock is ticking shot the getting
all you gots a pot to piss in and some wrong decisions
and here you are again, emotions in your head
like your powerless, an innocent victim of circumstance
tell me that it hurts again, tell me that it weighs you down
tell me that you need me and ill tell you that i hate you now
fuck you,
you dont know what you need and this is the last time i tell you
next time im gonna leave i cant watch your destruction
i cant trust your judgements, swear to god that your better than this
i wish youd quit those drugs, bitch!
high to low, hot and cold
took the wheel, lost control
good and bad, wrong or right
die to live a longer life
stop and go, in and out
touch and feel, scream and shout
back and forth, up and down
off the course, fuck it now!
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
now here i stand, at the threshold of anger
a pathway, to which i am no stranger
danger lurks the other side, once i cross i black out
and i start to act out
act my age
act my color
act a fool
actin other than myself, in a way
quick to the shelf and dusted off the AK
at war with no reason, Americas demon i reside in
hiding the beast underneath
an inch of flesh and soul if the brain vein pops, might become a vegetable
so i take the stress and pull, hard on the cigarette
thinking that an anneurysm might just be a quicker death
i flick the red and keep a step
thinking stress can make you blow your brains out from the inside
without the double barrel, blood bubble, eyes narrow
veins bulge from the forehead, more trouble than its worth
grey matter goes red, so i pause hold my head
two fingers to my temple, as the tempo increases
not for peace, but a piece as in cold steel, i hold still, clutch
wanna cock back ,bust and thrust this pressure from my head
before my brain starts to blush
hush, you hear that?(Sshhhhh)
its the voices that talkin, sqwaking, mocking
got me stopping, twitching and itching, to get into some shit then,
head spinning, they winning, blendin evil with sin and bending my will
sit in the jail till I.
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
i cant sleep now, life keeps me awake
Lyrics submitted by darthvalo
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