Lyrics
There's safety in solitude, so I'll never leave the bed
Expressing a preference for safety found in solitude, avoiding leaving the comfort of the bed.
This sticky warm nest of mine
Describing the bed as a warm and comfortable nest, a place of personal refuge.
Where my thoughts are left unsaid
Highlighting the unspoken nature of thoughts within solitude, possibly suggesting introspection.
No words to corrupt my own
Emphasizing the absence of words that may distort or negatively influence one's thoughts.
No light to disrupt my rest
Creating an atmosphere of undisturbed peace by avoiding external light.
The silence can flood my ears
Noting the profound silence that can dominate the solitude, comparing it to a never-ending symphony.
The symphony that never ends
Continuing the metaphor of solitude as a symphony that persists.
When I do leave the house, people seem not the same
Expressing a sense of disconnection when leaving the isolation, perceiving others as different.
They're moving like insects
Metaphorically describing people outside as insects, perhaps suggesting a feeling of alienation or detachment.
Paving their way
Highlighting the mechanical, purposeful movement of people as they navigate their lives.
In conversations it's like I'm watching myself
Feeling detached in social interactions, as if observing oneself participating in conversations.
All these faces talk through me
Others' faces are perceived as speaking through the person, potentially indicating a lack of personal connection.
They're leaking my health
Suggesting that social interactions are negatively impacting the person's health or well-being.
Theres safety in solitude, so I'll never leave the bed
Reiterating the preference for safety in solitude, emphasizing the reluctance to leave the bed.
No sadness can find me
Claiming that solitude protects from sadness, using the act of pulling sheets overhead as a symbolic shield.
I pull the sheets overhead
Continuing the metaphor of the bed as a protective space against negative emotions.
This life was inviting, now its stitching me up
Expressing a shift in perspective, suggesting that life, once inviting, is now causing emotional wounds.
These sheets all around me
Describing the sheets surrounding the person as a shrine to the self, possibly indicating self-preservation.
Are a shrine for myself
No specific content in this line.
In searching for nothing, I disappeared
Reflecting on a search for nothingness, implying a desire to escape or disconnect from external stimuli.
I'm numbing my senses, I'm numbing my being
Engaging in sensory numbing as a coping mechanism to deal with the challenges of existence.
In searching for nothing, I disappeared
Repeating the theme of seeking nothingness, accompanied by the continued numbing of the senses.
I'm numbing my senses, I'm losing my being
Indicating a progression in the numbing process, potentially leading to a loss of self or identity.
In searching for nothing, I disappeared
Reiterating the theme of disappearing through the search for nothingness, accompanied by further sensory numbing.
I'm numbing my senses, I'm losing my being
Expressing an ongoing process of losing one's being as a result of the search for nothingness.
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