Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun, picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth, had it been THEIR insides spilling into the sand, they’d see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph.
I'm thinking this intitial wording is about putting those in power in place of the "illegals" that try to find a better place in developed countries. I'm not sure about "their spirit cannot triumph", maybe it is related to the various speeches world leaders give on the human spirit and overcoming tragedy in really horrible situation?
Prepare for this one to make you flinch in disbelief. When you catch a glimpse of those just following the paths that got us to where we are. Who are these human shadows with still-beating hearts? Scratching at the door to our paradise. Why do corpses litter the road? Who are these humans? So this is paradise. Beyond the distant hands of the world.
I know for sure this is about more immigration, or more bluntly, escape. This paradise is probably relating to East Timor (sp?) or another country near the ocean with a good tourism climate; yet, these countries have huge gaps between the rich and poor and their governments commit terrible crimes against the average person.
Here we all think we don’t belong but still bow our heads to our Emperors.
I believe this is talking about our opposition in North America. We think everything is so fucked up and we do so much armchair preaching. Still, we fail to act out against these horrible injustices. If it really mattered to us, we wouldn't take any of this sitting down and direct action would rule our lives.
Is this all there is? Maybe we really have nothing to say. Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame and we’re all just waiting for the end, the spectacle, or some kind of catastrophe to bring us back to earth to stun our ever nodding heads.
I guess this is about us feeling important in our stuggle. Maybe we aren't any different and it's all for nothing? Maybe we're just better off dead instead of never being able to do enough to make things really change, to REALLY make a difference.
To introduce us once again to the one incorruptible as she flushes us from her veins. Kills us to live again.
The one incorruptible- maybe that's mother earth? She's killing us to survive.
In case you wonder - I’m not trying to be cynical. I know how you feel - If your life’s disconnect. In case you wonder - “What the fuck’s wrong with me?” If it all makes sense you’re the furthest fucking gone.
In case you wonder, he's not trying to be a hopeless pessimist and not believe in human triumph. It's weird that those of us truly for one human race and those of us that truly view most people as our brothers and sisters, that we suffer the most for it. It's saying not to worry, that if nothing makes sense and you feel a pain in your stomach everytime you look at the news and see more corporate control and dominance over the world- that is okay! that if you don't panic at the state of the world, then you're wrong. you're broken. it's not us, it's you that needs to open your eyes.
They’ve got badges that they cover with their hands while they’re bashing your fucking head. They’ve got graveyards that they’ll fill with that head if you start getting anywhere.
Police (at least in America) have been caught on tape covering their badges while beating mostly African American suspects. And obviously, usually the prevailing order begins a round of oppression once you start making a viable resistance movement to fight their system which makes them riches at the cost of the blood, sweat, and life of the world's common person. AIM was just one victim.
I won’t pretend that we’re on the winning end. But when did that matter before anyway? That never mattered before anyway.
The ending of this song seems to have the singer resolve back to the fight. He, or if a girl wrote the lyrics, or she decides that we've always held despair over winning or losing this fight against injustice (justice is relative i guess), oppression, and violence used to put the majority of the world's population down. He/she recognizes the importance of character and strength of heart in keeping on the struggle despite the obvious feelings of a lack of real progress.
Had they been the ones dying under the cooking sun, picking through the dust, scratching at the barren earth, had it been THEIR insides spilling into the sand, they’d see on cracking land their spirit cannot triumph.
I'm thinking this intitial wording is about putting those in power in place of the "illegals" that try to find a better place in developed countries. I'm not sure about "their spirit cannot triumph", maybe it is related to the various speeches world leaders give on the human spirit and overcoming tragedy in really horrible situation?
Prepare for this one to make you flinch in disbelief. When you catch a glimpse of those just following the paths that got us to where we are. Who are these human shadows with still-beating hearts? Scratching at the door to our paradise. Why do corpses litter the road? Who are these humans? So this is paradise. Beyond the distant hands of the world.
I know for sure this is about more immigration, or more bluntly, escape. This paradise is probably relating to East Timor (sp?) or another country near the ocean with a good tourism climate; yet, these countries have huge gaps between the rich and poor and their governments commit terrible crimes against the average person.
Here we all think we don’t belong but still bow our heads to our Emperors.
I believe this is talking about our opposition in North America. We think everything is so fucked up and we do so much armchair preaching. Still, we fail to act out against these horrible injustices. If it really mattered to us, we wouldn't take any of this sitting down and direct action would rule our lives.
Is this all there is? Maybe we really have nothing to say. Maybe we truly are just shallow and lame and we’re all just waiting for the end, the spectacle, or some kind of catastrophe to bring us back to earth to stun our ever nodding heads.
I guess this is about us feeling important in our stuggle. Maybe we aren't any different and it's all for nothing? Maybe we're just better off dead instead of never being able to do enough to make things really change, to REALLY make a difference.
To introduce us once again to the one incorruptible as she flushes us from her veins. Kills us to live again.
The one incorruptible- maybe that's mother earth? She's killing us to survive.
In case you wonder - I’m not trying to be cynical. I know how you feel - If your life’s disconnect. In case you wonder - “What the fuck’s wrong with me?” If it all makes sense you’re the furthest fucking gone.
In case you wonder, he's not trying to be a hopeless pessimist and not believe in human triumph. It's weird that those of us truly for one human race and those of us that truly view most people as our brothers and sisters, that we suffer the most for it. It's saying not to worry, that if nothing makes sense and you feel a pain in your stomach everytime you look at the news and see more corporate control and dominance over the world- that is okay! that if you don't panic at the state of the world, then you're wrong. you're broken. it's not us, it's you that needs to open your eyes.
They’ve got badges that they cover with their hands while they’re bashing your fucking head. They’ve got graveyards that they’ll fill with that head if you start getting anywhere.
Police (at least in America) have been caught on tape covering their badges while beating mostly African American suspects. And obviously, usually the prevailing order begins a round of oppression once you start making a viable resistance movement to fight their system which makes them riches at the cost of the blood, sweat, and life of the world's common person. AIM was just one victim.
I won’t pretend that we’re on the winning end. But when did that matter before anyway? That never mattered before anyway.
The ending of this song seems to have the singer resolve back to the fight. He, or if a girl wrote the lyrics, or she decides that we've always held despair over winning or losing this fight against injustice (justice is relative i guess), oppression, and violence used to put the majority of the world's population down. He/she recognizes the importance of character and strength of heart in keeping on the struggle despite the obvious feelings of a lack of real progress.