Story Behind The Song

diseased fears of invisibility. insatiability and gossip. the reality programming, the gawkers on the highway who are the first to lookee-loo but would be the last to help when coming across an accident. indictments of our popular ideas about what it means to be special, associated "needs" + pursuits. what it feels like to detest it almost as much as detesting being a part of it all, + reaching the boiling point one day.

Song Description

diseased fears of invisibility. insatiability and gossip. the reality programming, the gawkers on the highway who are the first to lookee-loo but would be the last to help when coming across an accident. indictments of our popular ideas about what it means to be special, associated "needs" + pursuits. what it feels like to detest it almost as much as detesting being a part of it all, + reaching the boiling point one day.

Lyrics

i'll undress no one with my eyes
more like dissection's what i do
so don't you gape desensitized
don't look on
move along
or else you will be moved

just move it aside
'cause i won't be waiting long
just move it aside
'cause you just don't care
just move it aside
'cause i'm close to breaking
just move it aside
alright?

just move it aside
'cause i won't be playing long
just move it aside
hell, go anywhere
just move it aside
'cause i'm dosed and shaking
just move it aside
or fight

we're in a bubble
behind the plastic, glass and metal
you're stalling all that i know
what do you hope to see here?
we're in trouble
rewind the drastic crass in it all
we're falling all in a hole
and it's becoming so clear

now by rights i'm to blame
can't abide all these games
how confides all this shame?
an aside - we're all too lame

something burns it all
keeps on burning inside
and the worst of it all
is i'm burning alive

and how you grovel
behind the plastic, glass and metal
you're bawling all to and fro
too far gone yet too near
the shit you shovel
mind you, i can't last in it all
and all we've got our own show
we kick and scream for a leer

tell me why you're hooked on being the victim
why you're always hanging out in this place
where everyone's a frightened celebrity
and nobody is celebrating
where self-love and self-hate are so blurred
our mouths gab and our thoughts are all slurred
we pick our scabs with more care than our words
and then we call it reality
sure

i hope it makes you feel better

are we in rubble?
i really really don't think it's so
i'm calling all of it home
don't try to sell me your fear
does it burst your bubble
to be finding something past it all
when crawling back in your hole?
nothing shocks anymore here