Lyrics
I'm one touch one scroll one click from a perfect hell
I am very close to experiencing a perfect hell with just a touch, scroll, or click.
I'm two minutes from a meltdown living inside a cell (Self destruction)
I am on the verge of a meltdown, living in a confined space (cell), and self-destructive tendencies are present.
Everything is make believe
Everything around is not real, it's make-believe.
When my head's inside a screen
When I immerse my head in a screen, reality becomes distorted.
Dreams die young behind our thumbs
Aspirations and hopes perish prematurely due to our dependence on technology.
And we all keep moving on
Despite challenges, everyone continues to move forward.
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters
Acknowledging and honoring those who sacrifice (martyrs) for their beliefs.
Who never leave their heads
People consumed by their thoughts and never able to detach.
Wasted by the hatred in our hands
Destroyed by the negativity and hostility present in our actions.
Bring Out Your Dead
Call to action: Bring out the consequences or casualties of our actions ("Your Dead").
I'm one stab one word one thread from unraveling
I am very close to unraveling with a stab, word, or thread.
I can't sleep can't shake this feeling of panicking
Struggling with insomnia and a constant feeling of panic.
If everything is make believe
Reiterating that the surroundings are not real or genuine.
Then why is it so hard to breathe?
Questioning the difficulty of breathing if everything is make-believe.
Dreams die young inside our lungs
Similar to line 5, dreams and aspirations perish within us.
And we all keep moving on
Despite challenges, everyone continues to move forward (repeated theme).
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters
Reverence for those who sacrifice for their beliefs (repeated theme).
Who never leave their heads
People consumed by their thoughts and never able to detach (repeated theme).
Wasted by the weapons that we send
Destroyed by the weapons (negative actions) that we send out.
Bring Out Your Dead
Reiteration of the call to bring out the consequences or casualties of our actions ("Your Dead").
Dead
Emphasizing the concept of death or consequences.
Bless the martyrs, sons, and daughters
Reverence for those who rise above threats and challenges.
Who rise above the threats
Questioning whether we can silence the voices of regret.
Will you disarm the voices of regret?
Asking if we can disarm the negative influences and regrets.
Bring Out Your Dead
Reiteration of the call to bring out the consequences or casualties of our actions ("Your Dead").
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