Lyrics
This town's tearing out our insides
This town is causing internal distress or conflict within us.
And I wanna smash it
Expresses a strong desire to destroy or break the town.
From the back of the picket line
Refers to being at the rear of a protest line, possibly feeling oppressed.
Trampled underneath
Feeling overwhelmed or defeated, as if trampled underfoot.
Blending into the background
Blending into the unnoticed or ignored aspects of the surroundings.
And it's honestly starting to seem like an art
Suggests that the destructive behavior is becoming a form of art.
How we keep tearing ourselves apart
Reflects on the destructive tendency of the community.
It's only grim reaping
Describes the destructive behavior as a form of grim reaping, implying self-destruction.
Spit it out
An imperative to vocalize thoughts or emotions.
Spit it out of your mouth
An instruction to release or express inner turmoil.
I swear we're determined to destroy ourselves
Expresses a belief that there is a determination to self-destruct.
You're all bark and no bite
Accuses someone of being all talk and no action.
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Suggests that someone's coping mechanisms may not be effective or genuine.
It's an art
Reiterates the idea that the self-destructive behavior is an art form.
How we keep tearing ourselves apart
Repeats the observation of the community tearing itself apart.
It's only grim reaping
Reaffirms the destructive behavior as a form of grim reaping.
We divide and obsess
Describes a process of division and obsession within the community.
Where there once was a flame in my chest
Reflects on the loss of passion or intensity in one's emotions.
It's only grim reaping
Reiterates the self-destructive nature of the community.
It's almost an art
Suggests that the destructive behavior is almost an artistic expression.
How we keep tearing ourselves apart
Repeats the observation of the community tearing itself apart as an art.
It happens exactly the same
Highlights the repetitive nature of the destructive process.
We divide and obsess
Repeats the theme of division and obsession within the community.
Where there once was a flame in my chest
Reiterates the loss of passion or intensity in one's emotions.
It's only an empty space where everything
Describes an empty space left after the destruction.
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