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.
You people out there give us something more than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
Hate (16x)
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate (16x)
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us?'
You can't leave your house
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate (16x)
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Die (30x)
DIE!
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a swiss account
Spend you an on impulse buy
And zero you all out
You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave
Just follow me... Down the elevator...
Through the gates... down the stairs...
Just keep on walking... through the hallway...
Now open the door...
You give us something to hate
And we hate you, you brainless mutants
Hate (16x)
You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you
You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate (16x)
You sad and putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us?'
You can't leave your house
Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse buy
And zero you all out
Hate (16x)
I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things
It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs
Die (30x)
DIE!
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my online cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a swiss account
Spend you an on impulse buy
And zero you all out
You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles
You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave
Just follow me... Down the elevator...
Through the gates... down the stairs...
Just keep on walking... through the hallway...
Now open the door...
Lyrics submitted by OW Angel
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Dang... Where is the love?
No love dude just hatred.just metal.it's a fucking cold world and nobody cares so I hate everybody except my friends :)