Nicotine Fingers
Unveiling Depths: Nicotine Fingers by Vulgar Commons
Lyrics
I don’t wanna die
I have a desire to live.
But I could sleep all day
I could spend a significant amount of time sleeping during the day.
We’re parasites of pride
We are beings strongly influenced by our sense of self-worth or dignity.
You’re the sun that sets the sky
You are the one who brings an end to my day, like the sun setting the sky.
Weird deep-rooted insecurities
I possess strange and deeply rooted feelings of insecurity.
Slap me in my face
Show me the harsh reality, confront me.
Ooo la la la la
Expressing surprise or admiration, perhaps sarcastically.
Well two can tango
We both can engage in this dance together.
Buried in her waist
Being deeply involved or entangled in her waist, possibly metaphorically.
I traced
I followed the path or origin.
My genes
Referring to one's own genetic makeup.
On the fog that I breathed
I left a mark on the mist that I inhaled.
With my nicotine fingers
Using nicotine-stained fingers to leave a trace, metaphorically linking to a habit.
I’m not shackled to these relics of dread
I am not bound to these remnants of fear and anxiety.
I’m sick
I am unwell or dissatisfied.
Yeah I’m sick
Expressing sickness or discomfort.
Of no glee
Tired of a lack of joy or happiness.
I peeked at the snapshot of my soul
I took a glance at the representation of my inner self.
She’s ugly
Describing the unattractive nature of the inner self.
Maybe the rituals will
Suggesting that performing certain actions or routines might bring relief.
Exorcise the next
To rid or cleanse the upcoming experiences or phases.
Locked-in stagnant cycle of
A repetitive and unchanging cycle of self-punishment.
Self-penance
The act of self-punishment.
Where thoughts don’t have words
A mental state where thoughts are unspoken and lack coherence.
And make no sense
A state where thoughts are nonsensical.
And strangers come and go less oft than friends
Strangers are more infrequent than friends in coming and going.
So I traced
I retraced the path or origin.
My genes
Referring again to one's genetic makeup.
On the fog that I breathed
I left a mark on the mist that I inhaled, repeating the action.
With my nicotine fingers
Using nicotine-stained fingers to leave a trace, reiterating the metaphor.
I’m not shackled to these relics of dread
I am not bound to these remnants of fear and anxiety, repeating the sentiment.
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