"On the first page of the book of blue it read
'If you read this page, than that'll be your death'
By then it was too late"
The book of blue is the rules of living on Earth: once you are born (open the book and read the page) then you're bound to the rules (that you'll one day die).
"And you wound up on an island of shells and bones that bodies had left"
This is not a metaphor at all. Land is dirt and rocks, which are from dead organic matter from millions of years ago. We are all bound to an island of the old shells and bones of all living things.
"And the one thing you taught me 'bout human beings was this
They ain't made of nothin' but water and shit"
Again, this is not a metaphor. Literally, what is all life made of? We are essentially just matter recycled from what's already here. The land is literally made of the excrement of bugs and worms that have processed the mass of things once living.
Of course, when it's screamed out and with Issac Brock's attitude, this final sentence manages to be both empathetic to our biological-determinist earth-bound nature, and also scathingly harsh and pissed. Genius.
"On the first page of the book of blue it read 'If you read this page, than that'll be your death' By then it was too late"
The book of blue is the rules of living on Earth: once you are born (open the book and read the page) then you're bound to the rules (that you'll one day die).
"And you wound up on an island of shells and bones that bodies had left"
This is not a metaphor at all. Land is dirt and rocks, which are from dead organic matter from millions of years ago. We are all bound to an island of the old shells and bones of all living things.
"And the one thing you taught me 'bout human beings was this They ain't made of nothin' but water and shit"
Again, this is not a metaphor. Literally, what is all life made of? We are essentially just matter recycled from what's already here. The land is literally made of the excrement of bugs and worms that have processed the mass of things once living.
Of course, when it's screamed out and with Issac Brock's attitude, this final sentence manages to be both empathetic to our biological-determinist earth-bound nature, and also scathingly harsh and pissed. Genius.