interpretation

made a life grasping at

straws

(ohwhatdoesitmeanwhat

doesitmeanwhatdoesit

meanwhatdoesitmean?!!),

stripping apart the wonderful

melodies, riffs, curious

vocal stylings, rhythms, poetic

lyrical beats pulsating

throughout, deep bass

vibrating & hypnotic

drums & percussion,

all to get to the

core of what s/he thought would

eventually

save him/her

from his/her own disgusting

reflection---

but the interpreter shows

him/herself to be nothing more

than a talentless suggestion

of what could’ve been

had s/he just chilled the f**k out

& enjoyed other people’s

art for what it was,

simply wonderful, ecstatic

beauty, of which without,

most of us would most certainly

die

crying.