Downers

These are the verified lyrics from musixmatch: Whisper to my brain And taste the milk Plucked from your mother's blender I'll wash you down with downers

Here I am, Yes I am Here I am, Here I am

You're an abdominal freak I'll turn the heat right up I'll get rid of you all I'll wash you down with downers

No excuses For what you have done So take a bite-size bit And pour on the gasoline I want more gasoline So I can bid you farewell

I swallowed all my hors d'oeuvres I'll wash them down with downers

For every ageless god My angels come They prop me up For every ageless song My angels come They prop me Slowly Sweetly Down In your downers Down In your downers So down In your downers ISRC CAU13052010

The lyrics of User's song "Downers" are intense and somewhat disturbing. The opening lines "Whisper to my brain and taste the milk plucked from your mother's blender" is a reference to the alarming trend of people drinking their own breast milk, which is believed by some to have health benefits. However, the mention of "downers" in the chorus suggests that the singer is using drugs to escape their problems. It is almost like they are trying to wash away their troubles and pain with the use of drugs.

The song takes a dark turn with the lines "You're an abdominal freak, I'll turn the heat right up, I'll get rid of you all." These lyrics seem to suggest that the singer is willing to harm others to get what they want. The line "I want more gasoline, so I can bid you farewell" could be interpreted as a desire for self-harm, or a desire to harm others.

The final lines of the song seem to offer a glimmer of hope in the form of "My angels come, they prop me up, slowly, sweetly" but it is unclear who or what these "angels" are. Overall, "Downers" is a provocative and unsettling song that showcases User's ability to create deeply introspective and thought-provoking lyrics