[Verse 1]

I’m not afraid to fail, got time but I hate the smell
Let’s stop to sniff the rose’s thorn, send me straight to hell
Been on this raft for weeks, no sign of help or a beach
I lose sight of the bigger part
And I’m really laying on the airbed at Sean Martin’s
Bleeding and starving, looking for a niche, nothing to carve in
Except my left arm which is already scarred
And I’m not them or a mirror, I’m the dog shit in the garden
Haters are so dumb and plus they don’t got to front for us
Especially me, about to jump in front of a bus
I bought a plot but I won’t tell you where I’m buried
Leave your debit card over my eyes so I can pay for the ferry


Every morning I just lay in bed cause I don’t wanna wake up
Pick my stupid face up, give my shit away
You’ll take it from me anyway even if I go away
I will never go away

[Verse 2]

My skin is changing, I’m becoming what’s inside of me
You guys should start a band that’s called The Four Girls That Lied To Me
You want me in looser jeans, more opinions, less assholes
Why you looking at my legs? That line’s from Wes Eisold
Goes from good to bad, from bad to fucking worse
She said she wouldn’t judge me then a gavel fell from her purse
My brain left me in PA, departed DC
Then begged me take it back crying in a bar in CT
Life is so strange, those ? with games
The one wrapped tightly around me like a dog with mange
Kick me in the stomach, I shit myself in the damn street
Left for dead, wanna be knocked out like that but can’t sleep

[Chorus x 2]

[Verse 3]

I lay and lurk with kooks, pain hurts but suits
What if Ian Curtis were to climb down from the noose
That’s what I thought that dangled from my neck in amazement
Struggled, undo hanging myself in my own basement
Sometimes I think I should be more private, keep it secret
But the open book of my life, is it really worth reading?
Cover to cover, there’s something pointing towards leaving
Don’t give a fuck what you think, when you finish I’m not breathing
You think the world of a girl and she becomes your world
And then you lose your grip regardless of what you curl
You clean yourself up you get laid more, great work, Columbo
Truth is she just fucked me cause my bro is D. Palumbo

[Chorus x 2]

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    General CommentAlright, the line with the question mark should read: "Life is so strange, so is God with games"*

    Next, russtrick has the debit card over the eyes reference dead on.

    However, I'm rather confident the message about laying on the air bed at Sean Martin's is NOT about waking up after a ketamine dose. And ketamine is definitely not his drug of choice. That's the shit they forced on him when he was in a psych ward that illegally drugged him and restrained him in isolation for up to 13 hours at a time. He's given up most drugs, which is what this album is largely about. He has said in a number of interviews now that Movies for the Blind was a drug-induced album, Hell's Winter is the album that set the target for what he wants to become, and this album was about the internal conflicts that stop him from getting there. If you've ever suffered from depression (as he did once he was taken off the SSRI's that were forced on him), this song makes perfect sense immediately. This song is about the depression that is keeping him from connecting with the world. When you're depressed, doing any normal task is like trying to do it with a 50 pound weighted-vest strapped to you. You don't want to get up. You don't want to deal with other people's bullshit. You don't want to deal with the world. Respectively speaking, those sentiments can be seen in the following: "Every morning I just lay in bed cause I don't want to wake up, pick my stupid face up, give my shit away, you'll take it from me anyway, even if I go away, I will never go away"; "you guys should start a band that's called The Four Girls That Lied To Me, you want me in looser jeans less assholes...she said she wouldn't judge me, then the gavel fell from her purse"; "life is so strange, so is God with games, the one wrapped tightly around me like a dog with mange, kick me in the stomach, I shit myself in the damn street, left for dead, want to be knocked out like that but can't sleep."

    This song, in a nutshell, is about how he is off the drugs and out of the psych ward, but the feelings of depression that the psych ward produced in him still remain, and he's trying to deal with that while trying to better himself, both for his own sake and his daughter's.
    Robert the Devilon December 30, 2009   Link
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    My InterpretationThis direct quote from wikipedia explaines the part where Cage says "Leave your debit card over my eyes so i can pay for the ferry"

    'In Greek mythology, Charon or Kharon (pronounced /ˈke(É™)rÉ™n/; Greek Χάρων) was the ferryman of Hades who carried souls of the newly deceased across the River Styx that divided the world of the living from the world of the dead. A coin to pay Charon for passage, usually an obolus or danake, was sometimes placed in or on the mouth of a dead person.[1] Some authors say that those who could not pay the fee, or those whose bodies were left unburied, had to wander the shores for one hundred years. In the catabasis mytheme, heroes – such as Heracles, Orpheus, Aeneas, Dionysus and Psyche – journey to the underworld and return, still alive, conveyed by the boat of Charon.'

    When he says he is really laying on the bed at Sean Martins, I believe the message is that he is coming back to reality from Ketamine (seemingly his drug of choice)
    russtrickon November 03, 2009   Link
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    General CommentIn an interview he said that when he was writing this album he was living at Sean Martin's sleeping on an air mattress.

    "skinny little kid in my face says
    fucking faggot
    pants are too fucking tight
    Why are you looking at my legs?"
    -Wes Eisold, deathbeds
    prettycaribouon January 11, 2012   Link

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