Again I must offer some suggestions for lyrics that make a little bit more sense.
Blew your sole move too soon
Do yourself, I don't have to
Do you suffer? I don't want to
Do you?
I don't think so, so please just act slow
This'll all be over before
You know... you know
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound
I'm trying so hard
To not shoot
A glorious sound
No other around
Blew your sole move too soon
Do yourself or I might have to
Do you suffer? I don't want to
Do you?
I don't think so, so please just act slow
This'll all be over before
You know... you know
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound
I'm trying hard to
Not shoot
A glorious sound
No other around
You
Would
Too
The same way
You
Would
Feel
The same way
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound
I'm trying hard to
Not shoot
A glorious sound
No other around
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
I'm trying hard to
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
Not shoot
A glorious sound
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
No other around
Hearing the lyrics this way, one can imagine a robbery-turned-hostage-situation (robbery = open register) with the police outside telling him he blew it, he put himself there, and if he takes responsibility they won't have to hurt him. They're yelling "We're trying to HELP you!" and the gunman is trying hard not to shoot, and at one point yells "You would do the same, you would feel the same, if you were in my position!" But of course this imagery is used as an analogy for something else...
The song is about feeling trapped. About rushing in without seeing the consequences and then being forced to either hurt others or surrender to the mess you created for yourself. Trying to find a way out. But all you can hear is the pounding in your own ears, the rush of emotion enhancing the sound, drowning out all others.
Again I must offer some suggestions for lyrics that make a little bit more sense.
Blew your sole move too soon Do yourself, I don't have to Do you suffer? I don't want to Do you? I don't think so, so please just act slow This'll all be over before You know... you know
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound I'm trying so hard To not shoot A glorious sound No other around
Blew your sole move too soon Do yourself or I might have to Do you suffer? I don't want to Do you? I don't think so, so please just act slow This'll all be over before You know... you know
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound I'm trying hard to Not shoot A glorious sound No other around
You Would Too The same way You Would Feel The same way
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound I'm trying hard to Not shoot A glorious sound No other around
WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU!
My eardrums pound WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU! I'm trying hard to WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU! Not shoot A glorious sound WE'RE TRYING TO HELP YOU! No other around
Hearing the lyrics this way, one can imagine a robbery-turned-hostage-situation (robbery = open register) with the police outside telling him he blew it, he put himself there, and if he takes responsibility they won't have to hurt him. They're yelling "We're trying to HELP you!" and the gunman is trying hard not to shoot, and at one point yells "You would do the same, you would feel the same, if you were in my position!" But of course this imagery is used as an analogy for something else...
The song is about feeling trapped. About rushing in without seeing the consequences and then being forced to either hurt others or surrender to the mess you created for yourself. Trying to find a way out. But all you can hear is the pounding in your own ears, the rush of emotion enhancing the sound, drowning out all others.