Forager
Nocturnal Desperation: Truth & Tragedy's Forager Unveiled
Lyrics
Like a thief in the night I move with the moon
Describes the speaker moving stealthily and under the cover of darkness, possibly engaging in questionable activities.
And the worth of my life is loaded in this spoon
Suggests that the value or essence of the speaker's life is tied to a substance, symbolized by a spoon, implying drug use.
In my shit-mangled mind I'll need another hit soon
Expresses the speaker's desperate need for another drug hit, highlighting the mental and physical toll of addiction.
Fit to be tied there's not much I wouldn't do
Conveys a sense of being constrained or controlled, possibly by addiction or external forces.
Like a thief in the night I'm taking all that I can
Reiterates the speaker's stealthy and opportunistic behavior, taking everything within reach.
Scratching and clawing at the sores on my skin
Describes the physical struggle and deterioration, such as scratching sores on the skin, possibly due to drug-related issues.
Begging and bumming as I sit in my own filth
Illustrates a state of degradation, with the speaker begging and bumming, surrounded by filth, suggesting a low point in life.
You can't kill me, I'm already dead
Asserts a sense of invincibility or numbness, claiming that one cannot be killed as they are already emotionally or spiritually dead.
Flies and the bugs feast on my withered up veins
Depicts a grim scene of decay, with insects feeding on the speaker's veins, possibly metaphorical for the destructive nature of addiction.
I only need enough to ease the dope-sick pains
Expresses the speaker's minimalistic desire for drugs to alleviate withdrawal symptoms, emphasizing the addiction's grip on them.
I'm out on the prowl it's that time again
Indicates the speaker actively seeking drugs, entering a predatory phase, suggesting a cyclical pattern of addiction.
You better go back inside I'm taking all that I can
Warns others to retreat as the speaker is taking everything available, reinforcing the predatory and self-destructive nature of addiction.
Like a thief in the night I'm taking all that I can
Repeats the theme of stealthy acquisition, reinforcing the speaker's relentless pursuit of their addictive substance.
Scratching and clawing at the sores on my skin
Reiterates the physical toll of addiction, with the speaker scratching and clawing at their own skin in desperation.
Begging and bumming as I sit in my own filth
Describes the degraded state of the speaker, begging and living in filth, emphasizing the destructive impact of addiction.
You can't kill me, I'm already dead
Restates the sense of invincibility or detachment, asserting that the speaker cannot be killed as they are already dead inside.
Scratching and clawing at the sores on my skin
Repeats the imagery of physical distress, with the speaker clawing at sores on their skin, emphasizing the deteriorating condition.
As puss runs out from the sores on my mouth
Introduces a new element of bodily fluids, further highlighting the degradation and physical consequences of addiction.
Scratching and clawing at the sores on my skin
Reiterates the physical struggle, emphasizing the repeated, cyclical nature of the speaker's suffering.
As puss runs out from the sores on my mouth
Continues the vivid description of bodily fluids, underlining the ongoing physical and emotional pain of addiction.
A thief in the night I'm taking all that I can
Repeats the theme of stealthy acquisition, underscoring the relentless pursuit of the addictive substance despite the consequences.
Scratching and clawing at the sores on my skin
Reiterates the physical toll of addiction, with the speaker scratching and clawing at their own skin in desperation.
Begging and bumming as I sit in my own filth
Describes the degraded state of the speaker, begging and living in filth, emphasizing the destructive impact of addiction.
You can't kill me, I'm already dead
Restates the sense of invincibility or detachment, asserting that the speaker cannot be killed as they are already dead inside.
A thief in the night I'm taking all that I can
Repeats the theme of stealthy acquisition, reinforcing the speaker's relentless pursuit of their addictive substance.
Scratching and clawing at the sores on my skin
Reiterates the physical toll of addiction, with the speaker scratching and clawing at their own skin in desperation.
Begging and bumming as I sit in my own filth
Describes the degraded state of the speaker, begging and living in filth, emphasizing the destructive impact of addiction.
You can't kill me, I'm already dead
Restates the sense of invincibility or detachment, asserting that the speaker cannot be killed as they are already dead inside.
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