well, the song is about sex with someone he shouldn't be having it with, that devolps into a bad relationship. Something that started
as sex without strings-
"Moving every inch around you/to diffuse your private bomb"
uh, can you say orgasm? but he cares for her-
"I stretch my self surrounding/And protecting you from harm"
it's some kinky stuff, but he takes care of her
"I use a wallet for your mouth/So when you bite you will not bleed"
her biting down on her lip to keep quiet, to keep them from being discovered
"I drilled a wire through my cheek/And let it down and out my sleeve/And now you’re pulling out the best of me/Yeah which never ever comes/This wire is all that’s left of me/And it's hooked within my gums, within my gums"
she wants more. and even though he knows he should stop, he's attaching them with the wire.
So drill it, so drill it, so hard i feel it…it’s Okay now (x2)
suddenly his 'no strings' sex comes with attachments, and he's using the pain as a way to feel something.
he's ashamed he's leading her on, but he's quite addicted to the sex.
"I hate to show I'd bleed for this/I cut myself to shame"
he's starting to really enjoy the pain of their 'relationship'.
he tells himself he's teaching her a lesson about life and love-
"To get to know who this masochist/Who’s stolen my first name/Pretending he’s a teacher/Holding all my weight at ease"
he's torn about what he should do and can't make a decision, because he knows he'll wind up hurt either way-
"But the teacher seems to split in two/Destroying both his knees"
“And now crawling I position myself /Below your broken wings/I lift your feathered left arm/Where you hide your heart from me”
he broke her. And now he’s taking the last thing she has left, her heart. And on a morbid side note, spread ribs look like the bones in a bird’s wings.
“I never noticed it was swollen/With a touch of brutal pain/I never knew a heart could live inside/The rust from all your rain, all your rain”
he’s been oblivious to how much he was hurting her. so much so that she’s been crying on the inside, ‘rusting’ the heart that he thought was so strong it was like metal. Dented, but never broken.
“Myself and i we share
This barely beating heart of hurt”
he feels bad about what he’s done to her, and he’s arguing with himself about whether he shoould leave her alone but-
“And when the hurt comes there’s an argument /A fight to save a smile/A small attack on human tears/To dry them for a while”
the whole situation is so absurd, that he can’t help but smile.
he’s dreaming about them having a functional relationship-
/A dream we all should count on /Yeah a vision I believe /And where confidence is found /Attached to wires on a sleeve/And where loneliness is history/Told to pack its shit and leave
Or a world where they don’t have to hide, and can show all their emotions, not just pain and lust.
“And when guidance is a fortune/Told to help in time of need/And where crying isn’t secret/It’s the art of how we grieve”
but in the in end… he can’t move beyond what he knows. He’s stuck in a cycle, and she’s dying on the inside. But he tells he that’s it alright, and she pretends to believe him.
“And lessons are the key/To every goal I will achieve, I will achieve/ So drill it, so drill it, so hard i feel it…it’s Okay now”
It’s just my rather long intepretation. but this is an amazing song. def my favorite.
well, the song is about sex with someone he shouldn't be having it with, that devolps into a bad relationship. Something that started as sex without strings- "Moving every inch around you/to diffuse your private bomb"
uh, can you say orgasm? but he cares for her- "I stretch my self surrounding/And protecting you from harm"
it's some kinky stuff, but he takes care of her "I use a wallet for your mouth/So when you bite you will not bleed" her biting down on her lip to keep quiet, to keep them from being discovered
"I drilled a wire through my cheek/And let it down and out my sleeve/And now you’re pulling out the best of me/Yeah which never ever comes/This wire is all that’s left of me/And it's hooked within my gums, within my gums"
she wants more. and even though he knows he should stop, he's attaching them with the wire.
So drill it, so drill it, so hard i feel it…it’s Okay now (x2)
suddenly his 'no strings' sex comes with attachments, and he's using the pain as a way to feel something.
he's ashamed he's leading her on, but he's quite addicted to the sex.
"I hate to show I'd bleed for this/I cut myself to shame" he's starting to really enjoy the pain of their 'relationship'. he tells himself he's teaching her a lesson about life and love- "To get to know who this masochist/Who’s stolen my first name/Pretending he’s a teacher/Holding all my weight at ease"
he's torn about what he should do and can't make a decision, because he knows he'll wind up hurt either way- "But the teacher seems to split in two/Destroying both his knees"
“And now crawling I position myself /Below your broken wings/I lift your feathered left arm/Where you hide your heart from me”
he broke her. And now he’s taking the last thing she has left, her heart. And on a morbid side note, spread ribs look like the bones in a bird’s wings.
“I never noticed it was swollen/With a touch of brutal pain/I never knew a heart could live inside/The rust from all your rain, all your rain” he’s been oblivious to how much he was hurting her. so much so that she’s been crying on the inside, ‘rusting’ the heart that he thought was so strong it was like metal. Dented, but never broken.
“Myself and i we share This barely beating heart of hurt”
he feels bad about what he’s done to her, and he’s arguing with himself about whether he shoould leave her alone but-
“And when the hurt comes there’s an argument /A fight to save a smile/A small attack on human tears/To dry them for a while”
the whole situation is so absurd, that he can’t help but smile.
he’s dreaming about them having a functional relationship- /A dream we all should count on /Yeah a vision I believe /And where confidence is found /Attached to wires on a sleeve/And where loneliness is history/Told to pack its shit and leave
Or a world where they don’t have to hide, and can show all their emotions, not just pain and lust.
“And when guidance is a fortune/Told to help in time of need/And where crying isn’t secret/It’s the art of how we grieve”
but in the in end… he can’t move beyond what he knows. He’s stuck in a cycle, and she’s dying on the inside. But he tells he that’s it alright, and she pretends to believe him.
“And lessons are the key/To every goal I will achieve, I will achieve/ So drill it, so drill it, so hard i feel it…it’s Okay now” It’s just my rather long intepretation. but this is an amazing song. def my favorite.
i completely agree with this interpretation. and just cause it's a long explanation doesn't mean it's bad -- means it's thorough =)
i completely agree with this interpretation. and just cause it's a long explanation doesn't mean it's bad -- means it's thorough =)
i love this song.
i love this song.