In this compelling track, Muse delves into the themes of manipulation and control within societal structures, particularly focusing on the exploitation inherent in contractual agreements. The lyrics suggest a cynical view of human relations reduced to transactions, where emotional experiences are commodified ("I'll sell your memories for fifteen pounds per year"). The repeated references to being enslaved "to the grave" and a "priest God never paid" evoke images of spiritual bankruptcy and moral compromise enforced by higher powers or authority figures. This song ultimately serves as a cautionary tale about losing one's autonomy and life essence through oppressive deals that benefit others—emphasized by the sinister tone of its musical composition.
The Small Print
Lyrics
Take, take all you need
And I'll compensate your greed
With broken hearts
Sell I'll sell your memories
For fifteen pounds per year
But just the good days
Say, It'll make you insane
And it's bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose and
You watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I'm a priest God never paid
Hope, I hope you've seen the light
'Cause no one really cares
They're just pretending
Sell, I'll sell your memories, for fifteen pounds per year
But you can keep the bad days
Say, it'll make you insane
And I'm bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose
And you watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I'm a priest God never paid
Say, it'll make you insane
And I'm bending the truth
You're to blame
For all the life that you'll lose
And you watch this space
And I'm going all the way
And be my slave to the grave
I'm a priest God never paid
Writer(s): Matthew James Bellamy
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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