The power of this song cannot be reached by simply reading the lyrics. But, again, it is incredible.
"Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted
Waiting
In the cold light
A noise
A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten
With spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell"
This first segment points to the sexual assaults that the broken boy had to experience in his bedroom at night; here described, just as in Lullaby, as spiders, 'spiders inside him' as he lies, sleepless with torn clothes, screaming. 'The Figuirehead' is perhaps really his father, or his grandfather. He feels stained, he wants to burn his memories; he wants it to be made better by the next night, and always, just as in 'Siamese Twins' he feels it driving a wedge between him and the girl in his life, who he can, unlike his father, say no to.
The power of this song cannot be reached by simply reading the lyrics. But, again, it is incredible.
"Sharp and open Leave me alone And sleeping less every night As the days become heavier and weighted Waiting In the cold light A noise A scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten With spiders inside them And dust on the lips of a vision of hell"
This first segment points to the sexual assaults that the broken boy had to experience in his bedroom at night; here described, just as in Lullaby, as spiders, 'spiders inside him' as he lies, sleepless with torn clothes, screaming. 'The Figuirehead' is perhaps really his father, or his grandfather. He feels stained, he wants to burn his memories; he wants it to be made better by the next night, and always, just as in 'Siamese Twins' he feels it driving a wedge between him and the girl in his life, who he can, unlike his father, say no to.