Easy/Lucky/Free

Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough - Song starts as a conversation with a close friend or possibly he is subconciously talking to himself, Did it all get real? - referencing when something hits home and makes a subject more real to you, the subject for this conversation being life/death/existance. I guess it's real enough - real enough speaks to the nature of existance being relative, or possibly the sureal feeling you get when you hear about someone close dying for the first time, or both.

Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough - Song starts as a conversation with a close friend or possibly he is subconciously talking to himself, Did it all get real? - referencing when something hits home and makes a subject more real to you, the subject for this conversation being life/death/existance. I guess it's real enough - real enough speaks to the nature of existance being relative, or possibly the sureal feeling you get when you hear about someone close dying for the first time, or both.

They got refrigerators full of blood, another century...

They got refrigerators full of blood, another century spent pointing guns at anything that moves - Although we have developed the abilty to cure most ailments and causes of death, humanity is the same as always consumed by hatered and violence.

Sometimes I worry that I've lost the plot - He feels lost and confused about everything, but only sometimes "sometimes" reflects that most of the time he feels confident

My twitching muscles tease my flippant thoughts - he's nervous and eratic and neurotic

I never really dreamed of heaven much until we put him in the ground - he never had any real feelings one way or another about death until their (his) close friend died

But it's all I'm doing now - he is consumed by thoughts about life/death/existance and the nature of reality

listening for patterns in the sound of an endless static sea - satelites are always "listening" for transmissions ("patterns in the sound") the "endless static sea" represents the non stop, 24/7/365, always on, always moving nature of a satelites job. this may have multiple implications either simply as simple as the satelite being alive (rather than dead), to him more personally searching for solace in his art (music), or him searching for messages (transmissions) in life and as he seems to feel that existance is relative "life" would be his subconcious, thoughts, etc. (endless static sea) static like radio static not as in "stationary" and not moving. this line could be so many different things. but its something like ive theorized above.

But once the satellite's deceased, It blows like garbage through the streets of the night sky to infinity - when a satelite loses power ("deceased") the transmissions stop and it will fall out of orbit and float aimlessly through space which to us is represented by the "night sky" (b/c at night the stars become visable) and will just continue on floating "lifelessly" forever and ever into the always expanding multiverse. "blows like garbage through the streets" whimsically blowing around on the wind, makes even "garbage" (death) beatiful in its own way.

dont you weep, there is nothing as easy, as lucky as free - don't be sad "weep" death is "easy" b/c its just nothingness (not a material place like heaven or hell) he considers people who die "lucky" b/c life sucks and the real hell is dealing with terible emotions "as free" the only thing you are gauranteed in life is death it is the only real right anyone has, the right to "not be" anymore.

Don't be a criminal in this police state. You'd better shop and eat and procreate. You've got vacation days, then you might escape to a condo on the coast

life is depressing and boring we are supposed to work ourselves into the ground for what? a shitty and short vacation near the ocean?

I set my watch to the atomic clock - this line has at least double meaning if not more. the atomic clock is considered the most acurate form of time keeping, this is him wanting to know exactly what is going on at any given time. and that he believes the world will destroy itself through war, most likely sooner than later and he feels there is little time left (life is short) and attempts to be laid back and enjoy life instead of running around in a panic. I hear the crowd count down until the bomb gets dropped - Society "the crowd" is actively bringing an apocalypse on oursleves as if cheering for its arival.

I always figured there'd be time enough, I never let it get me down - he always believed that he would live a full life and be content

But I can't help it now - his constant thoughts about death are making him doubt his own feelings that everthing will be ok

Looking for faces in the clouds - he is remorseful and has searching feeling for loved ones who have died, or some sort of message from them or meaning of it all, ver simalar to "listening for patterns in the sound" like he is searching for a message from them in his subconcious "endless static sea"

I've got some friends I barely see, but we're all planning to meet. We'll lay in bags as dead as leaves, All together for eternity. - they will meet in the afterlife, or its about a suicide pact of some sort.

chorus again

ends with "there is nothing" repeated again and again and again, representing the infinite nothingness that is death.

this took me forever and is nowhere near finished, the song is very deep