I love this song. It's definitely about abortion, and hits on a subject that I myself have been constantly going back and forth over: When does life begin?
"You never got to bloom
They cut you from the stem
You're innocent at birth
until you understand"
Talking about the fetus.
"Repeat every word that you say to me
They put you to use or put you to sleep"
The world either puts you to work (you're born and forced to work through your life and constantly struggle) or you don't make it that far, and die before you are born.
"I cant tell you the difference between
an embryo or a planted seed"
Those of the pro-choice persuasion often say not to call an unborn child a "baby", because it's technically a fetus. But is it a baby in the terms we think about? Does it have a soul? When does a fetus become an individual life? The narrator is having trouble figuring that out.
"So many shades of white
So many shades of pale"
Nothing in life is just plain right or wrong-- there are thousands of shades of gray in between, and exceptions and other options-- and that in itself can be kind of tiring; sometimes we just want something to be a simple Good or Bad, but that's not how life works.
"I know how to cut
a wound that will not heal"
Alluding to the procedure that kills the unborn child, and also majorly effects and could possibly emotionally scar the mother-- that is, the abortion itself.
"Consistancy of dirt
Insects that spun your silk
They wait for gratitude
They wait for mother's milk"
Maybe the narrator is trying to convince themself that a fetus is the equivilent of a "parasite"-- as I've often heard those who are pro-choice try to sway me with-- which gives us the image of some lower lifeform, of some sort of insect, even. Still, it seems like the narrator is having a hard time persuading herself of all of these things she's heard . Even if they seemlogical, and she believes them to be true, her naural emotions and automatic sympathy get in the way-- even insects just want to survive, and even insects have mothers.
This comment was, for the record, neither pro-life or pro-choice. In fact, that's the point. The narrator is debating her stance on this, because it's an uncomfortable subject that no one can really give you the answer to. It's just shitty like that.
Like I said, I love this song. I can relate so much.
I love this song. It's definitely about abortion, and hits on a subject that I myself have been constantly going back and forth over: When does life begin?
"You never got to bloom They cut you from the stem You're innocent at birth until you understand"
Talking about the fetus.
"Repeat every word that you say to me They put you to use or put you to sleep"
The world either puts you to work (you're born and forced to work through your life and constantly struggle) or you don't make it that far, and die before you are born.
"I cant tell you the difference between an embryo or a planted seed"
Those of the pro-choice persuasion often say not to call an unborn child a "baby", because it's technically a fetus. But is it a baby in the terms we think about? Does it have a soul? When does a fetus become an individual life? The narrator is having trouble figuring that out.
"So many shades of white So many shades of pale"
Nothing in life is just plain right or wrong-- there are thousands of shades of gray in between, and exceptions and other options-- and that in itself can be kind of tiring; sometimes we just want something to be a simple Good or Bad, but that's not how life works.
"I know how to cut a wound that will not heal"
Alluding to the procedure that kills the unborn child, and also majorly effects and could possibly emotionally scar the mother-- that is, the abortion itself.
"Consistancy of dirt Insects that spun your silk They wait for gratitude They wait for mother's milk"
Maybe the narrator is trying to convince themself that a fetus is the equivilent of a "parasite"-- as I've often heard those who are pro-choice try to sway me with-- which gives us the image of some lower lifeform, of some sort of insect, even. Still, it seems like the narrator is having a hard time persuading herself of all of these things she's heard . Even if they seemlogical, and she believes them to be true, her naural emotions and automatic sympathy get in the way-- even insects just want to survive, and even insects have mothers.
This comment was, for the record, neither pro-life or pro-choice. In fact, that's the point. The narrator is debating her stance on this, because it's an uncomfortable subject that no one can really give you the answer to. It's just shitty like that.
Like I said, I love this song. I can relate so much.
Yes yes yes yes.
Yes yes yes yes.
Yes! someone else gets the song!
Yes! someone else gets the song!