This song is timeless, and nearly 20 years after its creation, still possesses the mystique it did the first time i heard it ~1994. To me, at first blush, all those years ago, it had some kind of homo-erotic allure. The line "so that the others may do" tells of something which must be done for others to follow suit. It felt like like some kind of roxy-glam-pop invitation to sexual liberation.
Upon further introspection I think the song may not have an intrinsic meaning, but simply represents a sort of "holding open the door" for people who otherwise might be affronted by this song/band's unusual style. I know, as a sort of armchair rock-historian, that there have been few bands so daring and so true to the sound that wanted to emerge from within, whether the creator wanted it or not. This band handled it with elegance and grace seldom, if ever, seen.
La La La La La La La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
Where did all this begin, my malicious tale
So rife with loathing, despair and revenge
Picture this: A home could grow aware
Would this explain why I now live in fear?
Sometimes the razor's dull and doesn't cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
All of this aggression and fury inside me
Has seeped into the bones of this old house
Year by year the rage was building up
And my short fuse has turned against me now
Sometimes the razor's dull and doesn't cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
Sometimes the anger doesn't always manifest
Sometimes the anger's like a hornets nest
I don't know how much I can take
I simply must get out of this mad house
Nowhere to hide, i can't escape
I think it's really gunning for me now
You cant imagine how I ache to toss a match
and burn the whole thing down
I pray in time its blown away
To nothing but a hole in the ground
La La La La La La La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
Would I get an answer if these walls could talk?
Would they explain why they now want me dead?
Was it me? Am I a wicked man?
Was this monster born of my two hands?
Sometimes its tame and doesn't spill much blood
Some days its still like the calm before the storm
Some days i wish I was never born
I don't know how much I can take
I simply must get out of this mad house
Nowhere to hide, i can't escape
I think it's really gunning for me now
You cant imagine how I ache to toss a match
and burn the whole thing down
I pray in time its blown away
To nothing but a hole in the ground
It's grown hungry
rather famished
Smelling blood
and turning savage
Now it's learning
forming habits
Sentient and wreaking havoc
It is growing, gaining traction
Can't give up
I must take action
It is scheming
gaining reason
Making plans
becoming brazen
It is living
in existence
Cognizant without a conscience
Shaping tactics without lenience
Setting traps to restore balance now
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
Where did all this begin, my malicious tale
So rife with loathing, despair and revenge
Picture this: A home could grow aware
Would this explain why I now live in fear?
Sometimes the razor's dull and doesn't cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
All of this aggression and fury inside me
Has seeped into the bones of this old house
Year by year the rage was building up
And my short fuse has turned against me now
Sometimes the razor's dull and doesn't cut enough
Sometimes it definitely cuts too much
Sometimes the anger doesn't always manifest
Sometimes the anger's like a hornets nest
I don't know how much I can take
I simply must get out of this mad house
Nowhere to hide, i can't escape
I think it's really gunning for me now
You cant imagine how I ache to toss a match
and burn the whole thing down
I pray in time its blown away
To nothing but a hole in the ground
La La La La La La La La La La La La La
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
Would I get an answer if these walls could talk?
Would they explain why they now want me dead?
Was it me? Am I a wicked man?
Was this monster born of my two hands?
Sometimes its tame and doesn't spill much blood
Some days its still like the calm before the storm
Some days i wish I was never born
I don't know how much I can take
I simply must get out of this mad house
Nowhere to hide, i can't escape
I think it's really gunning for me now
You cant imagine how I ache to toss a match
and burn the whole thing down
I pray in time its blown away
To nothing but a hole in the ground
It's grown hungry
rather famished
Smelling blood
and turning savage
Now it's learning
forming habits
Sentient and wreaking havoc
It is growing, gaining traction
Can't give up
I must take action
It is scheming
gaining reason
Making plans
becoming brazen
It is living
in existence
Cognizant without a conscience
Shaping tactics without lenience
Setting traps to restore balance now
Lyrics submitted by Jirachibi
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