Born to Die This Way
Born to Thrive: Unmasking the Struggle for Sanity
Lyrics
I won’t be your martyr
I refuse to be a sacrificial figure for a cause or belief.
I won’t heal the world’s pain
I won't alleviate the world's suffering or problems.
Throwing myself in front of an oncoming train
Expressing a reluctance to face imminent danger or harm for others.
Sure, I can work harder
While I can put in more effort, it won't be a sustainable solution.
But it won’t sustain
Increased effort alone won't lead to long-term success or well-being.
I’m putting my mask on first in this crashing plane
Prioritizing self-care in challenging situations, like putting on a mask during an emergency.
I’ve gotta work smarter
Emphasizing the need for intelligent and efficient work to avoid mental breakdown.
Oh or I’ll go insane
Stressing the importance of maintaining sanity in the face of challenges.
How long will we keep smiling and slapping on bandaids?
Questioning the effectiveness of pretending everything is fine without addressing the root issues.
Oh, I won’t be your martyr
Reiterating the refusal to be a martyr, sacrificing oneself for a cause.
Oh, I wasn’t born to die
Rejecting the idea that one's purpose is to meet a premature death.
I wasn't born to die this way
Declaring that the speaker wasn't destined to die in a sacrificial manner.
How we love to idolize
Reflecting on society's tendency to admire those who put others before themselves.
The selfless, the humane
Applauding qualities such as selflessness and humanity.
During the sacrifice and washing of hands stained
Referencing rituals of sacrifice and symbolic cleansing, questioning their effectiveness.
Watch the bodies pile
Observing the accumulation of casualties without meaningful results.
All in vain
Highlighting the futility of sacrifices that don't lead to positive outcomes.
It’s desolation I spy under your disdain
Noticing a feeling of emptiness or loneliness beneath the contempt of others.
It's damn near midnight
Noting the late hour, possibly signifying a critical moment.
And I know what’s at stake
Acknowledging the high stakes involved in the situation.
But I was given one song to write
Recognizing a limited opportunity or time to express oneself through a metaphorical "song."
And I ain’t waiting on them pearly white gates
Choosing not to wait for a heavenly afterlife but to live in the present.
Oh, I won't be your martyr
Reiterating the rejection of becoming a martyr for others.
Oh, I wasn't born to die this way
Affirming that the speaker wasn't destined to meet a sacrificial death.
Oh, I won't be your martyr
Repeating the refusal to be a martyr for a cause.
Oh, I wasn't born to die
Reiterating the rejection of a predetermined sacrificial fate.
I wasn't born to die this way
Affirming once again that the speaker wasn't meant to die in a sacrificial manner.
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