Lyrics
There’s a sickness that’s inside me, one I’m far too scared to face.
Expressing a deep-seated internal struggle or illness that the speaker is afraid to confront.
One that bites the hand that feeds and taints the choices that I make.
Describing how the internal struggle negatively affects the speaker's decisions and relationships.
I no longer am a young man, but some things never age,
Reflecting on the speaker's aging process while acknowledging that certain aspects of their personality remain unchanged.
And I might fix myself sometime, but that will never be today.
Expressing a desire for self-improvement in the future but acknowledging that today is not the day for such changes.
So can you stay awake? It’s getting kind of late.
Asking someone to stay awake, possibly seeking companionship or understanding during a difficult time.
Let the sad songs play.
Suggesting a preference for melancholic music to accompany the emotional state.
So let’s make this one for the young pariahs,
Dedicating the song to outsiders or those who don't conform to societal norms.
Heretics, hypocrites, secondhand lions.
Referring to the marginalized individuals as "secondhand lions," possibly symbolizing strength derived from adversity.
We’re all the underdogs, you want to help us put some fuel to the fire?
Addressing a collective identity of being underdogs and inviting others to support their cause.
I took my sadness, took my madness, took my misery and rage,
Transforming personal struggles (sadness, madness, misery) into creative expression through writing.
And I wrote a thousand words and spilled them all across the stage,
Describing the act of sharing emotions through performance and storytelling.
Never turned over a new leaf, always had to turn the page,
Acknowledging a pattern of not making fundamental changes but continuously moving forward.
Because I’m always counting down to when I’ll leave you all again.
Expressing a sense of detachment or a countdown to leaving others behind.
Coastal mansions, broken homes, crowded cars but still alone.
Contrasting affluent lifestyles with broken homes, emphasizing loneliness despite external appearances.
Fear of always missing out but never could pick up the phone.
Describing the fear of missing out and a difficulty in reaching out to others.
Constant headaches after shows, puking on the cobblestone,
Portraying the physical toll of the speaker's lifestyle, including post-performance struggles.
The irony of dying in a parking lot right up the road.
Highlighting the irony of a potential tragic ending in a mundane location.
So let’s make this one for the young pariahs,
Reiterating the dedication of the song to those who defy societal expectations.
Heretics, hypocrites, secondhand lions.
Using "secondhand lions" to represent unconventional strength and resilience.
We’re all the underdogs, you want to help us put some fuel to the fire?
Calling for support from others in fueling the passion and resistance of the underdogs.
From the hospital door to the killing floor,
From a hospital door to the killing floor, expressing a journey from vulnerability to a harsh reality.
We are not cut out for this anymore.
Admitting that the speaker and their community are not suited for the challenges they face.
From the hospital door to the killing floor,
Repeating the theme of the unsuitability for the challenges presented.
We are not cut out for this anymore.
Emphasizing once again that the speaker and their community are not equipped for their current struggles.
So let’s make this one for the young pariahs,
Reiterating the dedication of the song to those who defy societal expectations.
Heretics, hypocrites, secondhand lions.
Using "secondhand lions" to symbolize the strength of those who have faced adversity.
We’re all the underdogs, you want to help us put some fuel to the fire?
Inviting support from others to empower and amplify the voices of the underdogs.
From the hospital door to the killing floor,
From a hospital door to the killing floor, expressing a journey from vulnerability to a harsh reality.
We are not cut out for this anymore.
Affirming once more that the speaker and their community are not suited for their current challenges.
From the hospital door to the killing floor,
Repeating the theme of the unsuitability for the challenges presented.
We are not cut out for this anymore.
Emphasizing once again that the speaker and their community are not equipped for their current struggles.
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