A Plateful of Our Dead
Morality Unveiled: A Reflection on Love, Destruction, and Beliefs
Lyrics
Don't ever ask us to define our morals
Rejecting the request to define their morals, indicating a reluctance to conform to conventional expectations.
Sometimes when fundamentals meet teenage heartbreak
Reflecting on the clash between fundamental values and the emotional challenges of adolescence.
Some of us are all of us; half-selves that love whole hopes
Acknowledging diverse identities within the group, with some individuals embodying both halves and aspiring to complete ideals.
And hara-kiri heartbreak
Referencing intense emotional pain akin to ritual suicide (hara-kiri).
There's almost nothing worse than never being real
Expressing the profound discomfort of living without authenticity.
Strained voices crying wolf when nobody can hear
Highlighting the frustration of not being heard when genuine distress is communicated.
If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead
Metaphorically suggesting a desire to challenge or confront unethical behavior.
If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead
Rejecting a belief in violence or cruelty, even in response to wrongdoing.
There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands
Emphasizing the value of personally constructing something, contrasting with destruction.
There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance
Acknowledging the beauty in the cycle of creation, destruction, and renewal.
There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs
Highlighting the importance of individual beliefs in a collective union.
There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's na?ve
Commenting on the perceived naivety of everyone, possibly in a societal context.
The only proof that I have that we shot and killed this horse
Using the metaphor of shooting and killing a horse as proof of a destructive act.
Is the sounds of whips on flesh and a bleeding heart remorse
Describing the aftermath of the destructive act with sounds of pain and remorse.
When I'm In this state of reflection and you hand me whips
Reflecting on an introspective state and the reluctance to repeat past mistakes.
And two by fours I could never bring them down and beat the same horse as before
Expressing the inability to use force or aggression as before.
I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds
Choosing to metaphorically kill something less significant (a flower) rather than perpetuating violence.
Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found
Imagining a future where ethical principles, marked by bullets, flourish like a garden.
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