Lyrics
I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
I feel a duty to despise things I cannot consume.
A sack full of hissin' snakes, laying at my feet.
A bag full of hissing snakes is lying at my feet.
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain that isn't mine,
I perceive colors that do not actually exist and experience pain that is not mine.
Gone from dirt to mud,
Transitioned from dirt to mud.
Gone from mud to slime.
Progressed from mud to slime.
When you're ready! To come home!
Encouragement to return home when ready and had enough.
When you've had enough.
When you've reached a point of saturation or dissatisfaction.
When you're standing! all alone!
When you are standing alone.
Ya know, I'll be waiting here!!!
Assurance that the speaker will be waiting.
There's pride in what you call yourself, but then what's in a name?
Acknowledgment of pride in self-identification but questioning the significance of a name.
I feel responsibility to hate and pass the blame.
Feeling obligated to hate and shift blame.
Know you no security, they'll beat you with a stick.
A lack of security, vulnerable to mistreatment.
I feel responsibility to hate what makes me sick.
Feeling compelled to hate what disgusts the speaker.
I know you're standing! All alone!
Acknowledgment of standing alone.
Yeah! I'm still waiting here
Confirmation that the speaker is still waiting.
They eat their young! They eat their young!
Declaration that they consume their offspring without hesitation.
Without question.
Emphasizing the certainty of this action.
They eat their young! They eat their young!
Reiteration of the consuming of offspring without reservation.
Can't be done all by myself, send help.
Acknowledgment that the task cannot be accomplished alone and a request for assistance.
I feel responsibility to hate what I can't eat.
Reiteration of the duty to despise what cannot be consumed.
An' I feel no security, just standin' on my feet.
Feeling of insecurity without any guarantee while standing on one's own feet.
I see colors that don't exist, feel pain an' its all mine!
Perceiving colors that don't exist and feeling pain as if it is the speaker's own.
Gone from dirt to mud,
Transitioned from dirt to mud again.
Livin' in the slime.
Currently living in slime.
When you're ready! To come home!
Encouragement to return home when ready.
I know you had enough!
Acknowledgment that one has had enough.
When you're standing! All alone!
Acknowledgment of standing alone again.
Ya know, I'm still waiting here
Confirmation that the speaker is still waiting.
They eat their young!
Reiteration of the act of consuming one's own offspring.
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