With pictures and words
Is this communicating?
The sounds that I've heard
The growling voice then fading
And yes my heart was beating
Or was it just repeating
With nickels and dimes
You soon will have a dollar
Am I in your time
I see no need to swallow
Or catch a plane to travel
My mind's not made of gravel
Can you find your way
Or do you want my vision
It's dark there, they say
But that's just superstition
And in my last inspection
Is this the right direction
I once had a girl
She told me I was funny
She said in your world
You needed lots of money
And things to kill your brother
But death just starts another
Is this communicating?
The sounds that I've heard
The growling voice then fading
And yes my heart was beating
Or was it just repeating
You soon will have a dollar
Am I in your time
I see no need to swallow
Or catch a plane to travel
My mind's not made of gravel
Or do you want my vision
It's dark there, they say
But that's just superstition
And in my last inspection
Is this the right direction
She told me I was funny
She said in your world
You needed lots of money
And things to kill your brother
But death just starts another
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The thoughts of an individual who finds it difficult to understand representative images and words, wondering if encoded forms of expression really do constitute communicative activity. A voice from within fades and reveals the sound of a beating heart; the subject's own, it seems. Although as they listen to the sound of their own heart beating, they wonder if maybe it isn't just stuck on repeat?
The central figure of the text then notices that someone within their scope of awareness seems to be racking up some serious cash, remarking upon how large of a fortune they could potentially amass and when, should they continue. This is stated out of both astonishment and encouragement for the ability of the undescribed, unnamed money-maker. The singer, on the other hand, asks if they are a part of the same continuum or culture as this person, never arriving at any direct answer but mentioning that they do not feel obliged to accept this or any other such pre engineered societal role. Their head contains a brain, not a bunch of rocks.
The subject then asks if others listening are capable, like them, of reaching these same conclusions solely by way of their own intelligence and innate abilities of higher reasoning.
The subject mentions that it is widely believed to be difficult to understand but then reassures anyone listening that that is not actually the case and any such preconceptions on the matter are hasty at best, uninformed at worst. However, the subject themselves still occasionally has to reach out for help in navigating these concepts. They are not always so sure of which direction is the correct one.
The last verse seems to have something to do with friends and lovers in the singer's life that are narcissistic, nihilistic and completely willingly oblivious to everything in the world that is of any import whatsoever.