Burn Fetish

Okay, I might be wrong but this song has strong symbolism and literal references to Heroine. Things that illustrate that theme seem to be "My worst habits wakin' up at least once a day, Balance barefoot on a needle heaven's just a jump away."

A lot of the song deals with the intense emotions surrounding heroine addiction. There's the anxiety, depression, hopelessness, suicidal tendencies all displayed in the rhymes.

The chorus seems to explore the idea that emotions such as sympathy are a drug of sorts. Possibly playing around the idea that the 'high' from feeling a connection with another person is mind altering in nature.

I like how a lot of the songs explore similar themes, even in the smile music video you see blatant references to heroine (the cuts to what appears to be water/blood/oil and the woman with black veins).

Anyway, That's all I got, Cheers mates.

Just like said below, DOPE. I believe this line pretty much tells it all, "The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him". Him feeling the same emotions as the devil is/or went through.

::Speak Your Mind::

SO DOPE

Only the dopest of songs. "My worst habits wakin' up at least once a day, / Balance barefoot on a needle, heaven's just a jump away," is so damn good.

??? "cryptic" messages?

some of this is wrong

Here you guys go. (the fast part he does is hard to distinguish) But after slowing it down in an audio editor, i believe i pinned it.

Teeth marks on the skin The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him We like the feel of blood and fat drippin' of our gums She likes to talk directly down the barrel of her gun Learnin' to perfect the ancient art of die or rape You've always been so warm and calculated I owe you a thanks Eyes wide shut, I promise not to fall awake Lick the guillotine and tell you how the gasoline tastes The grass is always greener on the other pesticide Tell em' presence kept with the message shed its infectious high Was for me to know and you to find..Guilty The almighty praise adrenaline, such an underwhelming thrill Where there's a will there's a wake Burn me at the stake Who the hell am I tryin' to fool I'm a fool I feel so fake One last goodbye before I take my 45 Shoot a hole in the sky, rip it open And climb inside.

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine And love is just a chemical by any other name I like the way your pheromones make me sleepy This far away I still smell you inside me X2

Tie me down till my sweet nothin's sour I screwed up tryin' to squeeze 65 minutes from an hour Outnumbered by such a large amount No wonder why we lost the battle, the counterculture can't count Welcome to my ..private hell There's no one to fight now enjoy myself Rather drown than ask for help I wish I was someone else Mister Perfect, misconstrued Lead the way, follow through Probably hate me, I do too You're so much like me I feel sorry for you But I think you're pretty, pretty sure You will profit you will get hurt Ate my words they taste like dirt I'm only ashamed because I know what it's worth Find my comfort, inside blame Shove my pride back down my face My worst habits wakin' up at least once a day Balance barefoot on a needle heaven's just a jump away

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine And love is just a chemical by any other name I like the way your pheromones make me sleepy This far away I still smell you inside me

he's talking about when he did drug and battling with schivophrania and the addiction. trying to do soon much with such little time and wondering what life would be like with out the fame. know he could turn back to the drugs for the feeeling.

your lyrics are wrong.

"Teeth marks on the skin The greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing me that I was him We like to feel the blood and fat dripping off our gums She likes to talk directly down the barrel of her gun Learning to perfect the ancient art of quiet rape You've always been so warm and calculated I owe you a thanks Eyes wide shut, I promise not to fall awake Lick the guillotine and tell you how the gasoline tastes. The grass is always greener on the other pesticide solemn precious crept through the mess to shed it's infectious high Words for me to know and you to find Guilty, the almighty praised adrenaline, such an underwhelming thrill. Where there's a will there's a wake, Burn me at the stake, Who the hell am I trying to fool? I'm a fool I feel so fake. One last goodbye before I take my .45 Shoot a hole in the sky, rip it open And climb inside.

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine And love is just a chemical by any other name I like the way your pheromones make me sleepy This far away I still smell you inside me (2x)

Tie me down 'till my sweet nothing's sour I screwed up trying to squeeze 65 minutes from an hour Outnumbered by such a large amount No wonder why we lost the battle, the counter-culture can't count. Welcome to my private hell There's no one to fight now enjoy myself I'd rather drown than ask for help I wish I was someone else. Mr. Perfect, Misconstrued Lead the way, follow through Probably hate me, I do too You're so much like me I feel sorry for you. But I think you're pretty, pretty sure You will profit you will get hurt, I eat my words they taste like dirt. I'm only ashamed because I know what it's worth. Find my comfort, inside blame Shove my pride back down my face My worst habits waking up at least once a day, Balance barefoot on a needle heaven's just a jump away.

Empathy is the poor man's cocaine And love is just a chemical by any other name I like the way your pheromones make me sleepy This far away I still smell you inside me (2x)"

i believe only one person can possibly know what these song means, if even that. we all just get our own impression and lesson of some sort from them.

I just want to say, Eyedea did NOT kill himself. He overdosed. Street drugs can have varying levels of purity, and if you're used to getting 40% purity and all of a sudden you get 80% you can easily take too much and die. It is a common thing that happens to people (not that I condone it) such as Heath Leger, or more recently Philip Seymour Hoffman.

Stop trying to understand the lyrics like they were a suicide note. Sure Eyedea did drugs, but so do a lot of people. Don't take away from his thought provoking lyrics by reading/listening to it with a judgmental lens. Open your mind to his world, he was a very, very wise person and I would of given anything to speak with him.