The song seems to be critical of both the way the world works and, to a lesser extent, the failure of religion to give us an answer as to why. Bear with me:
I did my time, and I want out.
So effusive - fade - it doesn't cut.
The soul is not so vibrant.
The reckoning, the sickening.
Packaging subversion.
Pseudo sacrosanct perversion.
Go drill your deserts, go dig you graves.
Then fill your mouth with all the money you have saved.
Sinking in, getting smaller again.
I'm done, it has begun.
I'm not the only one.
(I've been a part of this consumerist paradise for too long, and now I want something real. I've realised that there's more to life than money, and I'm not the only one)
And the rain will kill us all.
We throw ourselves against the wall.
But no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.
(Yes, we will die no matter what we do, but nobody realises how willing I am to die to prove a point. We're not invincible, and your life should be spent LIVING rather than EARNING.)
Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid.
But where the temple fell.
The secrets have gone mad.
This is nothing new, but when we kill it all.
The hate was all we had.
Who needs another mess? We could start over.
Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong.
Now there's only emptiness.
Venomous, insepid.
I think we're done, I'm not the only one.
(In the past we've looked to religion for answers, but when we realised how fruitless it was and abandoned our religions, all we had left was hatred of our world. You can't deny that we could ALL make a concerted effort to make the world a better place, but you'll never do it because you love your money too much. Because of greed, the world is a grim place, filled with hate and stupidity. I'm sick of it, and I'm not the only one.)
Fake anti-facist lie.
I tried to tell you, but your purple hearts are giving out.
Can't stop a killing idea if it's hunting season.
Is this what you want?
I'm not the only one!
(You compare our democracy to extreme forms of government so we'll think we have it better than anyone else, but it's obvious a few rich elites REALLY rule this place. I've tried to warn people, but they'd rather not hear the truth. We're all looking for an answer, and you can't stop people believing what's most convenient for them. Is to continue to be lied to and led what you REALLY want? I'm not the only one who's sick of this.)
At least, this is my interpretation. I could always be wrong.
The song seems to be critical of both the way the world works and, to a lesser extent, the failure of religion to give us an answer as to why. Bear with me:
I did my time, and I want out. So effusive - fade - it doesn't cut. The soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening. Packaging subversion. Pseudo sacrosanct perversion. Go drill your deserts, go dig you graves. Then fill your mouth with all the money you have saved. Sinking in, getting smaller again. I'm done, it has begun. I'm not the only one.
(I've been a part of this consumerist paradise for too long, and now I want something real. I've realised that there's more to life than money, and I'm not the only one)
And the rain will kill us all. We throw ourselves against the wall. But no-one else can see, the preservation of the martyr in me.
(Yes, we will die no matter what we do, but nobody realises how willing I am to die to prove a point. We're not invincible, and your life should be spent LIVING rather than EARNING.)
Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial! Psychosocial!
Oh, there are cracks in the road we laid. But where the temple fell. The secrets have gone mad. This is nothing new, but when we kill it all. The hate was all we had. Who needs another mess? We could start over. Just look me in the eyes and say I'm wrong. Now there's only emptiness. Venomous, insepid. I think we're done, I'm not the only one.
(In the past we've looked to religion for answers, but when we realised how fruitless it was and abandoned our religions, all we had left was hatred of our world. You can't deny that we could ALL make a concerted effort to make the world a better place, but you'll never do it because you love your money too much. Because of greed, the world is a grim place, filled with hate and stupidity. I'm sick of it, and I'm not the only one.)
Fake anti-facist lie. I tried to tell you, but your purple hearts are giving out. Can't stop a killing idea if it's hunting season. Is this what you want? I'm not the only one!
(You compare our democracy to extreme forms of government so we'll think we have it better than anyone else, but it's obvious a few rich elites REALLY rule this place. I've tried to warn people, but they'd rather not hear the truth. We're all looking for an answer, and you can't stop people believing what's most convenient for them. Is to continue to be lied to and led what you REALLY want? I'm not the only one who's sick of this.)
At least, this is my interpretation. I could always be wrong.