Small Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky
Caged Echoes: Unveiling the Poignant Tale Behind 'Small Black Flowers'
Lyrics
You have your very own number
You are assigned a unique identification or classification.
They dress your cage in its nature
Constraints or limitations surround your existence as represented by a cage reflecting your natural state.
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Your previous strength and vitality have diminished, and now you exhibit feeble sounds.
Pace around pathetic pound games
You move aimlessly within confined, monotonous activities reminiscent of a game in a limited space.
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
You desire freedom and express a lack of appreciation for the surrounding sensory environment.
To carry your own dead to swing your tire tricks
To endure life's struggles and hardships, symbolized by carrying the weight of the deceased and showcasing repetitive skills.
want to get out in here you're bred dead quick
Yearning for liberation, and within the confined space, life is produced and extinguished rapidly.
For the outside
This yearning is directed towards the external world.
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
Reference to elusive, intangible elements, possibly representing unattainable beauty or ideals.
They drag sticks along your walls
Your surroundings are marked by the scraping of sticks, possibly indicative of harsh conditions.
Harvest your ovaries dead mothers crawl
The exploitation and depletion of essential aspects (ovaries) and the vulnerability of mothers.
Here comes warden, Christ, temple, elders
Introduction of authoritative figures (warden, Christ, temple, elders) symbolizing control and influence.
Environment not yours you see through it all
The environment is not under your control, but you possess clarity in understanding it.
want to get out won't miss you sensaround
Reiteration of the desire to break free, rejecting the sensory environment.
Carry your own dead to swing your tire tricks
Continuation of enduring hardships, using repetitive, futile skills.
want to get out in here you're bred dead quick
Reiteration of the desire for swift escape within the limited space, where life is produced and extinguished rapidly.
For the outside
Reaffirmation of the yearning for the external world.
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
Repetition of the reference to elusive, intangible elements in the external world.
Here chewing your tail is joy
The act of joyfully engaging in escapism, despite being confined.
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