Knifeman
The Bronx Lyrics

I wanna be original,
The desire to have a unique identity, not blend in with the masses.

I wanna be surrounded by art,
The yearning to be immersed in creativity and beauty.

but everything is digital,
The realization that technology has replaced many aspects of traditional art.

the formulas are fallin' apart.
The recognition that established norms and models are showing signs of decay.

They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share.
People demonstrate due to economic inequality and injustice.

Is the burden of fame,
Reflection on whether being famous is worth the costs that come with it.

just a universal cross we can bear?
Questioning whether the stresses and difficulties of being well-known are an inevitable part of life.

But out here on the borderline,
The artist is living in a unique and challenging environment.

you've got to hold it together!
The need to remain composed and focused despite adversity.

You've been deprived of dedication.
Not having access to the necessary level of commitment and effort.

You've been condemned by your dreams.
The singer feels trapped and hindered by their aspirations.

Is it as bad as it seems?
Uncertainty about how bad the situation really is.

And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Can the singer break free from their current situation and gain control of their life?

Do you want to feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
The desire to experience the fullness of life before it ends.

We're divided it seems,
The world is fragmented and polarized.

this is a diary of life in between.
The song is a reflection on the struggles and challenges of living in a gray area.

This is obese and obscene.
The artist is critical of the current state of things.

This isn't music,
The singer is suggesting that what they are producing is not traditional music.

it's a pyramid scheme.
A metaphor for the corrupt and manipulative nature of the music industry.

And out here on the borderline,
The challenges of living on the edge of what's possible.

you've got to hold it together!
The need to persevere in the face of adversity.

You've been deprived of dedication.
The feeling that the necessary level of effort and commitment is not present.

You've been condemned by your dreams.
The singer feels trapped and hindered by their aspirations.

And out here on the border line,
Living on the edge of what's possible.

it feels a lot like forever!
Time seems to stretch on endlessly in difficult situations.

We'll all be damned if this machine turns life into routine.
An admonition that falling into a rut can be destructive to life.

Thieves have taken the crown!
Those who do not deserve it have taken the power.

Melted it down!
They have destroyed what came before.

Kept it near to the ground!
They keep their power close to the earth, not allowing it to soar.

Now they're praying for sound!
Those who have power now hold on and hope for sustenance.

And I don't know what's found...
Uncertainty about what will be discovered in the future.

'Cause we used to be gifted,
There was a time when the artist felt talented and special.

and persistent!
Even when things were tough, the drive to succeed was there.

Now we're bored,
Current life and experiences fall short of engaging the artist.

reminiscent!
The mind often wanders back to more vibrant, fulfilling times.

We used to laugh without misery,
Reflecting on a time when joy did not come with so many strings attached.

spoon-fed our desire!
What we wanted was easily accessible and served to us.

We've lost our fire!
Everything that once drove us is now gone.

And now they won't remember our names!
Fame, once sought after, is no longer within reach.

Our days are mixed in the crowd,
The artist blends in with the masses.

and our nights are spent fanning the flames.
They try to reclaim what was once driving their passion and return to what made them who they are.

Thieves have taken the crown!
Those who do not deserve it have taken the power.

And have melted it down!
They have destroyed what came before.

Thieves have taken the crown!
Those who do not deserve it have taken the power.

And now they're praying for sound!
Those who have power now hold on and hope for sustenance.