Guitarred and Feathered
Celebrating the Chaos: Unveiling Every Time I Die's Profound Lyrics
Lyrics
This is a cause for celebration here in the belly of the swarm.
This marks a joyous occasion within a chaotic situation.
The situation demands that we raise our glasses
Current circumstances require a celebratory gesture.
I honor of the spokesman we've fixated to the floor.
Paying homage to a spokesperson restrained on the floor.
Give us your headlines, hymns, and your saddest verse.
Request for noteworthy news, songs, and melancholic verses.
You're not partnered with the half hearted anymore.
No longer associated with half-hearted individuals.
Our legs are spread wide open.
Metaphorically conveying openness and vulnerability.
Our weary heads are splitting at the seams
Fatigue and strain evident as unity falters.
And we all know your proficient in the idioms of grief.
Acknowledging proficiency in expressing sorrow.
We are capable of the kind of love about
Capable of a love that only the frightened can articulate.
Which only the petrified can speak.
Describing a unique and intense form of love.
Concede him the microphone let him sing the triumphs
Granting the microphone to praise deceivers to devoted fans.
Of the frauds to all his loyal sycofanatics.
Highlighting allegiance to deceptive figures.
We all cater to the fire once the walls come rushing down for shame.
Alluding to embracing chaos once walls collapse in shame.
I can say it better than you felt it.
Asserting the ability to articulate emotions better than others.
And I can be it bigger than you needed it.
Claiming the capacity to magnify experiences beyond necessity.
I haven't spent a day of my life apart
Emphasizing constant exposure in the public eye.
From the one everyone's read about.
Reflecting a life consistently documented by others.
I'll spark de-evolution.
Expressing intent to initiate de-evolution.
I was specially bred for the cover page of your magazines.
Stating being groomed for magazine covers.
I've been fattened up for the guillotines.
Acknowledging preparation for public criticism.
Sweet talker, you're goddamn right I'm a blessed lamb.
Affirming self-awareness and confidence.
I can show you how to have a good time.
Offering to guide others in enjoying life.
I know why you came here, but neither of us
Awareness of others' motives, but resistance to yielding desires.
Will get what you want out of me.
Defiance against fulfilling others' expectations.
This room has one too many laureates so I'm keeping my peace.
Choosing silence in a room filled with accomplished individuals.
Every candidate ends his life with a cliche,
Noting the predictability of life endings with clichés.
And the paths of glory lead to nowhere but the grave.
Reflecting on the futility of pursuing glory.
I've been spoiled rotten.
Expressing dissatisfaction despite material abundance.
Every thought I've authored has curdled.
Acknowledging the deterioration of creative thoughts.
Not everything is poetry but I can't convince you of that.
Recognizing the difficulty in convincing others of non-poetic aspects.
I've been drawn and quartered.
Metaphorically describing personal challenges and scrutiny.
I've been twice picked over.
Highlighting repeated scrutiny and judgment.
And it's sickening what you've come here today to celebrate.
Expressing disgust towards the celebration of personal struggles.
Fuck yea we're gonna party tonight.
Cynical acknowledgment of the celebration despite personal turmoil.
I am capable of the kind of love about
Reiteration of the unique, intense love mentioned earlier.
Which only the intoxicated and the California bound can weep.
Describing a form of love associated with intoxication and California.
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