Story Behind The Song
Being on the autism spectrum, I experience the lyrics of this song every time I step out of the house. Catching a train to work, being in an open office, all anathema to me.
This song reflects my daily state of mind
Song Description
Story of someone starting their day by being on a crowded train t work where everybody is accusing and staring. The protagonist then goes through the day wanting to harm everyone for being within earshot or line of sight. Eventually the person gets home. Safe and alone but fearful that the next day will need to be endured.
| Song Length |
4:01 |
Genre |
Rock - General, Rock - Heavy Metal |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Mad, Aggressive |
Subject |
Anger, Suspicion |
| Similar Artists |
Metallica, WASP |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
He boards the morning train, with a look of disdain
As he passes by where you're seated
A face of demonic possession, eyes of aggression
An air of one conceited
He stops across from you, in full view
Gaze fixed in your direction
Your pulse quickens
You sicken
Panic stricken you need to fly
He's painted like all the others
Crucified by your fear
It's the same brush you use to colour
The xenophobic canvass that you bear
It comforts you like a lover
Wipes away all your tears
But the screams are yours alone to hear
Sitting at your desk, clearing up the mess
Someone walks into your Ivory Tower
The interruption shortens your fuse, as they start to accuse
You lose all willpower
Then something just snaps inside and you try to hide
The venom coursing through
Cold as ice
You draw out the knife
Snuffing out a life inside your mind
You feel you want to start rampaging
The head is starting to pound
If they come out with guns blazing
Somebody will get shot down
It's hard to get through the day
When you're surrounded by clowns
How much more before you break down?
Surviving the train wreck, you take a deep breath
Dispersing the violence
Away from alien brogue and sound overload
You start to drown in comforting silence
Procrastinating. deliberating
You know that you just can't let go
Don't wallow
The truth is hard to swallow
But tomorrow it starts again
No matter how hard you beat yourself up
That monkey just won't climb down
You're still stuck in that same old rut
Just a freak in a social fairground
Does it matter what they think of you?
As long as they leave you be
Then your mind can truly be free