In an exploration of existential struggle, The Dillinger Escape Plan crafts a narrative centered on the sensation of living with internal turmoil and self-destructive tendencies. The protagonist is ensnared by habitual negativity, epitomized by the metaphor of a "ticking grenade" symbolizing imminent self-sabotage. Through reflective introspection, questions of purpose emerge, highlighting the conflict between self-preservation and detrimental behaviors. The lyrics reveal a search for meaning in vulnerabilities and a reluctant acceptance of imposed burdens. This journey steers toward a moment of cathartic realization where despair and survival intersect, shedding light on the challenging nature of self-redefinition against a backdrop of personal chaos. The recurring theme suggests a restless endeavor to reconcile identity and existential dread, with the provocative inquiry about life's point intensifying this dissonance. Ultimately, the song eloquently encapsulates the intricate dynamics of coping with dissatisfaction and the quest for personal clarity. #ExistentialCrisis #SelfDestruction #InnerConflict
Manufacturing Discontent
Lyrics
Discarded a broken escape
Fortunate to be in this state
Firing on a boredom innate
Chewing on a ticking grenade
Listening to the comforting shade
Instinctive
I'm supporting a string of destructive habits
And fighting more that I care to admit
Crumbling from a sudden dead weight
Here lies me
Now what's the meaning
Here lies me
Now what's the meaning
Oh won't you tell me
Now won't you tell me the point
I was trying to find myself
I wasn't looking for you
But you gave me the point
I was trying to kill myself
What else was I
What else was I gonna do
I had a pretty good time
I had a pretty good time
A long goodbye
Ascension to demise
A vow to break
A lesson for the wise
I was put here to survive
Why is your burden mine
Holding space for this
There's a place we must have missed
And they're open real late
And I believe that we should go
As a consolation
But directions are unknown
Tonight would be the perfect time for us to reach the peak
It takes a lot to try to care
The truth's below the surface, beneath the deep
When you live on the thinnest air
And even condescension comes with a fee
Slow to care
Slow to care
Now you tell me the point
I was trying to find myself
I wasn't looking for you
Looking for you, looking
But you gave me the point
I was trying to kill myself
What else was I gonna do, gonna do
I had a pretty good time
Writer(s): Gregory Puciato, Benjamin Weinman
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Royalty Network, SENTRIC MUSIC
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