This is a hauntingly beautiful song about introspection, specifically about looking back at a relationship that started bad and ended so poorly, that the narrator wants to go back to the very beginning and tell himself to not even travel down that road. I believe that the relationship started poorly because of the lines:
"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
So, the first night was not a great start, but the narrator pursued the relationship and eventually both overcame the rough start to fall in love with each other:
"I had all and then most of you"
Like many relationships that turn sour, it was not a quick decline, but a gradual one where the narrator and their partner fall out of love and gradually grow apart
"Some and now none of you"
Losing someone who was once everything in your world, who you could confide in, tell your secrets to, share all the most intimate parts of your life, to being strangers with that person is probably one of the most painful experiences a person can go through. So Painful, the narrator wants to go back in time and tell himself to not even pursue the relationship.
This was the perfect song for "13 Reasons Why"
Fuck genius. What's an artist? Dead words devoid of meaning. Let's drop them.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumís evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.
Now they're all jokes.
This is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itís an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
They'll only love you when you're gone, or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where ís god? The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this.
You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all.
But we can take them on.
I know where they can go, but your neck is blocking the hole. Let's start from zero.
Now, listen close.
This is a rip: "The scream that ignites the world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. It's an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The anemic. The pale, the sullen. An albumís evidence. I believed that shit.
Here, stuck in radios. No one's worth shit to talk to. These were my heroes.
Now they're all jokes.
This is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
This is the pen that won't cauterize the wound. Whose plan to follow?
It feels like your own. Itís an insult. You've fallen for it.
It feels like your own. It's your anthem, as jaded as its source.
The ceiling is waiting.
And you follow like it mattered if you did.
And it dropped you on your head cuz you took yourself for granted.
Heartless and headstrong. Jump right over the bodies. Life's a race. It's an obstacle course.
Hide, but you'll never have a choice when you go.
They would have noticed you if they had known, but you're fucked.
They'll only love you when you're gone, or barely hanging on to all your organs and dignity while you're rotting in hospitals.
Don't believe it? It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million.
Where ís god? The ornament, the holiday song whored out on reading materials in latrines and porta-johns?
Don't believe this.
You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all.
But we can take them on.
Lyrics submitted by Albedo
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Fuck Genious, What's An Artist...
I Love That Part...
can't wait to get the cd....i have a feeling its gonna be the best of the year
The entire CD is amazing. It has awesome lyrics, amazing melodies from the guitars as well as the rhythym section. BUY IT AS SOON AS IT COMES OUT! You have no idea what you're in for
This song is really awesome :) I met the lead singer of A Wilhelm and he was really nice guy. I think this song is better live than on cd. Not to say it isn't great on cd either.
This is a rip. 'The scream that ignites the world?" We're slaves to radios. We're not worth shit to talk to.
they own
I believe this song is about all those die-hard fans who think of their favourite bands as gods, only to find out that they're not everything they're cracked up to be, and are instead money-grubbing stuck up pricks who don't give 2 shits about their fans.
i disagree with MZA.
i think the song is about opposing the reality of our own "disposability", the notion put fourth and pushed by our corporate overlord. (hear me out)
"It's not your fault. You're just worthless. You're one in a million." is what is preached, subtly, by nearly every pulpit that we encounter on a daily basis. this is refuted by "Don't believe this. You're not worthless. It's us against millions and we can't take them all. But we can take them on.". earlier they rip on (sorry) the idea of a "scream that ignites the world", to conclude that reaching everyone was unnecessary, and that one needed only to reach the people who truly believe in the cause and understand the purpose.
It's us against millions and we can't take them all. But we can take them on.
I think I take lyrics differently to a lot of people but I love that and to me it just seems like it means pretty much no matter how bad you feel you should... well... take on the world.