Late to the party. My two cents: this song is about a drug.
An ocean - endless depth to drown in, inescapable, smashed around by the waves. The storm comes to stay, like the addiction.
The silence - singular, overwhelming, drowning everything else out. The hit makes the outside world disappear. Only the drug remains, after everything else has gone away.
The smallest part belongs to me. Me belongs to me, not to the drug. I'm not blind, but I have a hard time seeing that there is more to me than this drug. That I am in control of me.
The drug is the worst thing for me. It bears repeating, so it does not get forgotten. The drug is the worst thing.
Late to the party. My two cents: this song is about a drug.
An ocean - endless depth to drown in, inescapable, smashed around by the waves. The storm comes to stay, like the addiction.
The silence - singular, overwhelming, drowning everything else out. The hit makes the outside world disappear. Only the drug remains, after everything else has gone away.
The smallest part belongs to me. Me belongs to me, not to the drug. I'm not blind, but I have a hard time seeing that there is more to me than this drug. That I am in control of me.
The drug is the worst thing for me. It bears repeating, so it does not get forgotten. The drug is the worst thing.