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.
(tapping, snoring, noises)
“Who’s that tapping at my window?!!….Ahhhh! Ughh.”
(listen to the bass) Get the beat to the nation, yeah.
I go blank, September I grip my shank, I’m spending so sweet, to take death to the bank, the guardian angel must have fell from my sholder cuz day by day night by night, I’m getting colder.
Demented psychopath, cuz I’m a mental case, smle when the blood squirt on my face.
When I’m stabbin some fool and his gun. to me it’s good as sex, so I nut.
Amnesia it’s always the same, I can slide a family then forget my name, it don’t matter it comes back to me, as soon as I waste another family.
Homocide victim family members cry, those mother fuckers always catch my eye
Look em up you know what I’m thinking bout
Violent J’s gonna start head shrinkin, yeah, go to the house and knock on the door,
Clench my fist and cold glocked the whore,
rape the bitch , and tell a nasty lie, wip out my shank and cut her eye.
I’m down about liken to use handcuffs, cut off her titties and use em for earmuffs.
Split personalities and ny head keeps dancing
One like Hitler, the other charles manson
homocide , Sucide, I’ma fuckin wreck, pull your spine out your back wrap it around your fuckin neck, butcher, I’m slicin and dicing, cut off your head and serve it with rice and side dishes,
I’m a god damn lunatic ounce and aven can’t handle me cuz I’m sick boy.
Fridays nights, I get a different kinda throw,
fuck women I fuckin kill, I’m a racist, I like an innocent victim,
If shes old and weak, then I’ll stick em, slither scope and dope when I reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It became my meal because my head is twiztid,
Cuts to and ass because I’m a fuckin psychopath, psychodellic
My head feels as the boss, just my thoughts will make you want to fall,
The last I take I feel good on my brain,
Cuz I’m mother fuckin ass bitch god damn insane.
When I was in school I knew I was sick, when I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip,
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out,
Imissed a robin toot and my mind is bent outta proportion.
My blood is scorchin throw me a flame thrower and I’ma start torchin,
Innocent people , whoever’s deranged hat full of suckers and I’m drawin names
Kids used to laugh, they’d call me names
Now I’m ringin the blood out their mother fuckin brains, spear,
Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy, rip you in half cuz I’m a god damn crazy (echoes)
(kill….kill…. kill)
Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill accused I’m safe cuz the voices are real,
Livin on the shit in Zug Island, come across to Delray, ol burn like clay,
Dragged em back to my underground crawlspace cut off the head ,
But I save the face and staple guts to the wall and that’s all we know when ICP is on call.
“Who’s that tapping at my window?!!….Ahhhh! Ughh.”
(listen to the bass) Get the beat to the nation, yeah.
I go blank, September I grip my shank, I’m spending so sweet, to take death to the bank, the guardian angel must have fell from my sholder cuz day by day night by night, I’m getting colder.
Demented psychopath, cuz I’m a mental case, smle when the blood squirt on my face.
When I’m stabbin some fool and his gun. to me it’s good as sex, so I nut.
Amnesia it’s always the same, I can slide a family then forget my name, it don’t matter it comes back to me, as soon as I waste another family.
Homocide victim family members cry, those mother fuckers always catch my eye
Look em up you know what I’m thinking bout
Violent J’s gonna start head shrinkin, yeah, go to the house and knock on the door,
Clench my fist and cold glocked the whore,
rape the bitch , and tell a nasty lie, wip out my shank and cut her eye.
I’m down about liken to use handcuffs, cut off her titties and use em for earmuffs.
Split personalities and ny head keeps dancing
One like Hitler, the other charles manson
homocide , Sucide, I’ma fuckin wreck, pull your spine out your back wrap it around your fuckin neck, butcher, I’m slicin and dicing, cut off your head and serve it with rice and side dishes,
I’m a god damn lunatic ounce and aven can’t handle me cuz I’m sick boy.
Fridays nights, I get a different kinda throw,
fuck women I fuckin kill, I’m a racist, I like an innocent victim,
If shes old and weak, then I’ll stick em, slither scope and dope when I reach my hand in her
I like to find out what the bitch had for dinner
It became my meal because my head is twiztid,
Cuts to and ass because I’m a fuckin psychopath, psychodellic
My head feels as the boss, just my thoughts will make you want to fall,
The last I take I feel good on my brain,
Cuz I’m mother fuckin ass bitch god damn insane.
When I was in school I knew I was sick, when I pissed on the floor and watched the teacher slip,
Now the mind of Joe Bruce has went out,
Imissed a robin toot and my mind is bent outta proportion.
My blood is scorchin throw me a flame thrower and I’ma start torchin,
Innocent people , whoever’s deranged hat full of suckers and I’m drawin names
Kids used to laugh, they’d call me names
Now I’m ringin the blood out their mother fuckin brains, spear,
Bruce Lee, Rudy, Nate, and Lacy, rip you in half cuz I’m a god damn crazy (echoes)
(kill….kill…. kill)
Voices tell me to kill, kill, kill accused I’m safe cuz the voices are real,
Livin on the shit in Zug Island, come across to Delray, ol burn like clay,
Dragged em back to my underground crawlspace cut off the head ,
But I save the face and staple guts to the wall and that’s all we know when ICP is on call.
Lyrics submitted by MyAntiDrugIsSuicide
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