Governed by Contagions
Clandestine Uprising: A Symphony of Societal Dissent
Lyrics
Portrait of a family force-fed through tunnel straws
Depicts a family force-fed through tunnel straws, possibly symbolizing a constrained or controlled existence.
Singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie
Describes singing cannibal hymns of the bourgeoisie, suggesting criticism of societal values and practices.
There's a narc on every corner, knock-knock-knock on every door
Highlights the pervasive presence of informers in society, knocking on doors, creating an atmosphere of surveillance.
With a homemade remedy to loosen every tongue
Suggests a homemade remedy to loosen tongues, possibly reflecting on the power dynamics and control mechanisms.
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Rhetorical question about the number of bites to reach a cyanide tooth, hinting at hidden dangers or destructive elements.
Brace yourself, my darling
Advises someone to brace themselves, conveying a sense of impending danger or upheaval.
Brace yourself, my love
-Smuggled in their faith like an orbit in decay
Describes faith being smuggled in, resembling an orbit in decay, implying a deteriorating belief system.
Drools the cloying adulation of piss ants
Portrays adulation as cloying and compares it to piss ants, possibly criticizing blind followers.
One shot for every snitch leads the needle to the stitch
Suggests consequences for snitches, with one shot leading to the needle and the stitch, indicating punishment.
It's a homemade remedy to loosen every tongue
Reiterates a homemade remedy to loosen tongues, emphasizing control mechanisms.
How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Repeats the earlier rhetorical question, reinforcing the theme of hidden dangers.
Brace yourself, my darling
Repeats the advice to brace oneself, reinforcing the anticipation of something significant.
Brace yourself, my love
-How many cries will the owners fake to save pathological truths?
Ponders the number of cries owners will fake to conceal pathological truths, suggesting a façade of normalcy.
Brace yourself, my darling
Reiterates the advice to brace oneself, emphasizing the need to prepare for a challenging reality.
Brace yourself, my love
-That's the way the guillotine claps
Describes the guillotine clapping and someone being governed by contagions, possibly symbolizing societal decay or oppression.
She's the one who's governed by contagions
-That's the way the guillotine claps
-She's the one who's governed by contagions
-Life! Is not the answer
Declares that life is not the answer, suggesting a bleak outlook on existence.
Cry! Will you assimilate love in the time of gilded crumbs?
Questions the assimilation of love in challenging times and encourages crawling until one weeps with blood, possibly expressing the harsh realities of life.
Crawl! Until you weep with blood
-Life! Is not the answer, canaries in the coal mine dropping like flies
-How many bites do you think it takes to get to the cyanide tooth?
Repeats the earlier question about cyanide tooth bites and advises bracing for a different type of love.
Brace yourself, my darling
-Brace your pole-axed love
-That's the way the guillotine claps
Reiterates the imagery of the guillotine clapping and someone being governed by contagions, reinforcing themes of societal control.
She's the one who's governed by contagions
-That's the way the guillotine claps
-She's the one who's governed by contagions
-Too many bodies shriveled up in their tributes
Addresses too many bodies in tributes, possibly criticizing societal sacrifices, and advises bracing for a flood of consequences.
Too many bodies flayed with a grin
-Brace yourself, my darling
-Brace yourself for a flood
-He's the man behind the dresser giving Zodiac advice
Introduces a character giving ominous advice to delete everything, reinforcing the sense of impending doom.
He says there will come a day to delete everything
-Brace yourself, my darling
-Brace yourself for a flood
-There's a woman eating her newborn under a tractor's frame
Describes a woman eating her newborn and references barren fields from Nephilim rain, symbolizing desperation and desolation.
She says barren are the fields from the Nephilim rain
-Brace yourself, my darling
-Brace yourself for a flood
-That's the way the guillotine claps
Reiterates the guillotine clapping, but shifts the gender, emphasizing different aspects of societal control and decay.
He's the one who's governed by contagions
-That's the way the guillotine claps
-He's the one who's governed by contagions
-Governed by contagions
Concludes with a repetition of being governed by contagions, underscoring the pervasive influence of destructive elements.
Governed by contagions
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