Lyrics
Is this what it's like to be institutionalised?
Reflection on the experience of being institutionalized and questioning its nature.
Sleep your full eight and wake up tired
Commentary on the paradox of getting a full night's sleep but still feeling tired upon waking.
Shaved for burial and sleep deprived
Reference to the act of shaving for burial, implying a sense of hopelessness and fatigue.
Nystagmic flutters in dreams tethered ties
Describing involuntary eye movements during dreams and the feeling of being tied or restricted.
Repeat after me. we're all doing fine
Satirical repetition emphasizing the facade of well-being and denial of problems.
They've always got a name for our kind
Recognition of society's tendency to label and categorize certain individuals negatively.
They've always got a pill to make us right
Comment on the prevalence of medication as a solution to societal issues and personal struggles.
With the side effects that keep us half alive
Acknowledgment of the debilitating side effects of medication that only provide partial relief.
Aptly prescribed to keep us paralysed
Highlighting the use of medication to maintain control and conformity.
Learn your lines before our dogmas collide
Encouragement to conform to established beliefs before facing conflicts.
We're itemised, prioritised
Reference to the dehumanizing process of being categorized and prioritized by societal norms.
So my sleepwalking can be synchronised
Desire for synchronized behavior, possibly to fit into societal expectations even during sleep.
And we close the door on our endless nights
Symbolic closure of emotional experiences during endless nights, shutting oneself off.
This is failure to comply
Expressing resistance or refusal to comply with societal expectations.
Yet the flaws in me they still abide
Acknowledgment of personal flaws that persist despite attempts at conformity.
They sound like empty wishes, at least they're mine
Recognition of personal desires, even if they seem unattainable or like empty wishes.
But the trumpets won't sound because it's all a lie
Suggesting a lack of recognition or acknowledgment for personal achievements or efforts.
Fields of dystopian loss in our eyes
Describing a bleak and dystopian outlook on life through the metaphor of fields of loss.
There's nothing left to feed the combines
Comment on the depletion of resources and the feeling of emptiness.
Find me in silence ill-advised
Advocating for solitude as a result of making ill-advised choices.
Gorging on chemicals and unsatisfied
Describing indulgence in substances as a means of coping with dissatisfaction.
Live out the days like we're waiting to die
Cynical perspective on living life as if waiting for inevitable death.
Would you see, me if I burned the skies?
Possibly contemplating self-destruction or seeking attention through drastic actions.
Swallowing stars under a web of wire
Metaphorical expression of consuming one's own aspirations under societal constraints.
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