My Mind Is A Box

I think it means that she is easily influenced. She is such a small part of the world, and her view of the world doesn't really make that much of a difference, anyway, because people will have their opinions, and she will have hers.

People can tell her something and she agrees, but then that "chemical" is just ripped right from her when she sees another side, or she doesnt trust her reasoning. The chemicals could also be referring to the things people say, and how it makes her feel. Or hallucinagens and the words could be peer pressure? but I dont think thats it. but whatever the influence she speaks of, she obviously enjoys it.

The song is kinda self explanitory though.

Oh yeah, and extremely beautiful.

gorgeous :D

To me, this song is about craving opinions and passions, but being unable to feel anything- being empty, basically.

She wants someone to influence her- which is so easy to do because she doesn't have any natural inclinations- because she wants so badly to feel something. She herself is numb; life just passes over her, emotions break around her body, like water in a stream encountering a rock and splitting and passing to the sides. She can see the massive amounts of emotion breaking and swelling all around her, in the hearts and minds and actions of the people around her, but she simply cannot feel anything. This song is a testament to her desperation, and her willingness to do whatever it takes to feel anything at all.

"My attention is cashed so don't talk to me anymore, be the subject terrifying or important or pure". I think this statement is her mindset when she is simply too weary to try anymore. It's her when she has tried every moment of every day to feel something, to be moved to some passion, and has failed. She's saying not to speak to her with evidence of your perspective- so clearly brimming with emotion- evident in your voice. She's weary of seeing and being able to understand your emotion without ever being inspired to feel it.

"My body is built like a function of mechanics, like a robot when he gives himself his own petty instructions." She's telling herself to feel, she's going through the motions, she's making herself as open to passion as possible, but she's empty. The mechanics are all there, the actions all completed, but she doesn't feel anything. She feels like a machine, except that she can see the emotion and understand it; imagine the torment of glimpsing paradise through a barrier you can't seem to break.

I think the narrator believe in there not being a point in living, because humans are mere animals, and personalities are just chemical reactions in our brain. Our brains are just boxes that you put things in, like words, music and antidepressants, and without that we are nothing.

"my mind is a line running down my spine" Yep, that's the spinal chord!