Cellophane
Cellophane Misery: Unveiling the Darkness Within
Lyrics
Wrap that misery
Expressing the idea of enclosing or hiding misery.
In cellophane
Suggesting the use of cellophane as a metaphor for concealment.
Easier to put away
Highlighting the ease of storing or avoiding problems this way.
Hide everything
Encouraging the act of concealing everything, possibly emotions or pain.
Keep it contained
Emphasizing the containment of issues or difficulties.
Little children waste away
Suggesting the tragic consequences, possibly of neglect or indifference, especially concerning children.
Don’t tell me
Repeated emphasis on not being told or instructed.
Don’t tell me
-Don’t tell me
-Don’t tell me
-Don’t fucking tell me to suffer this
Rejecting advice to endure suffering, questioning religious explanations, and highlighting hypocrisy.
Don’t fucking tell me it’s gods plan
-How can you tell me to live like this
-When you’re the one with a gun in your hand
-Don’t fucking tell me just shut your mouth
Rejecting more advice, denouncing silence, and drawing attention to destructive behaviors, possibly drug abuse.
Don’t fucking tell me to stop
-The devils the drug that you’re injecting
-Look in my eye and the needle drops
-Don’t look now can’t see won’t hurt
Describing a situation where one avoids facing reality, witnessing suffering, and blocking out distressing sounds.
Faces smashed into the dirt
-Selling a lie
-Living the dream
-Good people die
-Block out the screams
-Don’t tell me
Reiteration of the refusal to be told or dictated to.
Don’t tell me
-Don’t tell me
-Don’t tell me
-Don’t fucking tell me to suffer this
Continued rejection of advice, questioning the divine plan, and expressing frustration at being told how to live.
Don’t fucking tell me it’s gods plan
-How can you tell me to live like this
-When you’re the one with a gun in your hand
-Don’t fucking tell me just shut your mouth
-Don’t fucking tell me to stop
-The devils the drug that you’re injecting
-Look in my eye and the needle drops
-Safety is off
Describing a dangerous situation, emphasizing distrust, and accusing someone of preaching without understanding.
This is no game
-Nobody trusts your wicked brain
-Blood drips down your dirty hands
-You’re preaching things you don’t understand
-I said
Posing a question about having something to say, possibly challenging someone to explain or justify their actions.
Do you have anything to say - anything?
-Wrap that misery
Repetition of the theme of wrapping misery in cellophane, reinforcing the idea of hiding and containing pain.
In cellophane
-Easier to put away
-Hide everything
-Keep it contained
-Little children waste away
-Don’t fucking tell me to suffer this
Reiteration of the rejection of advice, questioning religious explanations, and expressing frustration at being told how to live, closing with the metaphor of the needle dropping.
Don’t fucking tell me it’s gods plan
-How can you tell me to live like this
-When you’re the one with a gun in your hand
-Don’t fucking tell me just shut your mouth
-Don’t fucking tell me to stop
-The devils the drug that you’re injecting
-Look in my eye and the needle drops
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