| Tool – Prison Sex Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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I'm not posting what I think this song means, I'm posting what Maynard said in an interview. "On the surface of course you have a title like Prison Sex which just brings up all kinds of apprehension and far in most people because they're not looking, they're not looking any deeper than just the words. They're looking at the words and thinking about a couple hairy back men finding love in close quarters and that's not what it's about at all. It's about the cycles of abuse. It's about recogizing those cycles and it's about addressing them and noticing now whether or not you're the perputrator, whether you are continuing on this cycle in some way by victimizing yourself repeatedly or being a victim or by being a perputrator. And that's the first step, is recognizing that cycle." Here's the interview that came from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j-_a7FzzGps |
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| Trapt – contagious Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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Completely agree with ontogenesis. I've been addicted to this song since I first heard it a couple weeks ago. Every time I listened to it, I interpreted it as a love song. About how he's finally found the right girl after going through other bad relationships. I don't get how people think it's about being with the wrong girl. "I was sick of restrictions, sick of the boundaries. About to close the door. But you caught my attention, built on the tension. You left me wanting more. Now I don't know what to do with myself, do with myself. I don't want nobody else" Sounds to me like he found the perfect girl for him, not the worst. Either way, it's a great song & one of my favorites by Trapt. |
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| 10 Years – Russian Roulette Lyrics | 16 years ago |
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The song is about addiction. Any type of addiction. Jesse said it at the show I went to a couple months ago. Drugs, alcohol, sex, anything. He also said in an interview I heard that the chorus is whatever the addiction is talking to the addict. The correct lyrics are: It's russian roulette with no luck. You can kiss it goodbye, there's no such thing as sympathy When the disease is entering. At first glance, your instinct says the stranger's a little dangerous. The cat was killed from curious thrills Now Christ has left the manger. The taste is so divine (so divine) A chemical coma life (coma life) Welcome to your vice, Good luck with life. 'Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. It's so nice to meet you, It's so nice to know you. Now that your guards down, let me show you Superior rights from initial highs have now come back to haunt you. Your cravings beg the stranger's hands for a taste that's so familiar. The taste is so divine (so divine) A chemical coma life (coma life) Welcome to your vice, Good luck with life 'Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. What will you decide when you're out of time? 'Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. The battle you picked was so one sided Now dependent on me, the one you invited. (Beg, plead, scream) For redemption, for forgiveness. (Beg, plead, scream) Sorry, I'm not listening. Welcome to your vice, Good luck with life 'Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. What will you decide when you're out of time? 'Cause you can't, you can't, you can't kill me that easily. |
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