Don't Be a Hero
Embracing Vulnerability: A Message of Unity Amid Chaos
Lyrics
Orange white streaks paint the sky
Observing vivid orange and white streaks in the sky.
I hear you my friend as I write from so far away
Addressing a distant friend while writing, expressing a sense of separation.
Smoke fills my pores
Feeling engulfed by smoke, perhaps metaphorical, indicating a suffocating environment.
We all break out in hives
Experiencing a collective outbreak of stress or anxiety.
From the likes of which you have never seen
Encountering unprecedented challenges or difficulties.
The cement is melting
Describing a surreal scenario where the cement is melting, possibly symbolizing instability.
The cement is smiling
Continuing the surreal imagery with the cement "smiling," suggesting an unusual transformation.
There is no crack to step on or pot to piss in
Expressing a lack of stable ground or resources.
At least we are not alone
Emphasizing the solace found in shared adversity.
At least we are not alone
-At least we are not alone
-Drowning in cesspools from the oncoming monsoons
Metaphorically drowning in problems, specifically from approaching monsoons.
Drowning in tears because it feels like end
Experiencing emotional turmoil, feeling like an end is near.
We did not get our way and this time it hurts
Expressing disappointment and pain from not achieving a desired outcome.
We did not get our way and this time we burn
-From the wild fire from the hills of Burma to Burbank
Referencing a wildfire from the hills of Burma to Burbank, possibly symbolizing a widespread crisis.
Orange white streets paint the sky
-Orange white streets paint the sky
Repeating the vivid imagery of orange and white streaks in the sky, emphasizing the chaotic atmosphere.
Don't be a hero, there is no room
-Don't be a judge, you'll get lost in the monsoons
Advising against heroism, implying there is no space for heroics in the given situation.
Orange white streaks paint the sky
Repeating and reinforcing earlier themes and warnings.
I hear you my friend as I write from so far away
-Smoke fills my pores
-We all break out in hives
-From the likes of which you have never seen
-The cement is melting
-The cement is smiling
-There is no crack to step on or pot to piss in
-At least we are not alone
-At least we are not alone
-At least we are not alone
-Drowning in cesspools from the oncoming monsoons
-Drowning in tears because it feels like end
-We did not get our way and this time it hurts
-We did not get our way and this time we burn
-From the wild fire from the hills of Burma to Burbank
-Orange white streaks paint the sky
-Orange white streaks paint the sky
-Don't be a hero!
-Orange white streaks run across the sky
-Don't be a hero, there is no room
-Don't be a judge, you'll get lost in the monsoons
Reiterating the advice not to be a judge, emphasizing the challenges posed by the metaphorical "monsoons."
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