Beat on Us
13 & God Lyrics


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Whatever happened to us,
it found us stuck in the middle of a plan
I'm falling off
If Heaven would have one less friend,
it's not on me

Whatever happened to us,
it found us stuck in the middle of a plan
I'm falling off
If Heaven is our only friend,
I say to beat on us
To beat on us

It's only to beat on us

Off through the courts and
Through the wild
Through open plastic fire
The copper road to my world
It's the copper road of my world
How did you ever find me?
How will you recognize me?
From where to me to my box
It's a gathering of garbage
One lost to me

Garbage
One lost to me

Whatever happened to us,
Someone said "Stop the planning... or the plan"
I'm falling off
If Heaven is our only friend,
I say to beat on us
To beat on us

It's only to beat on us

You can't get the eat out of death
That spelling is fixed, sure as day on a skeleton sets
Forever at your neck





You can't get the eat out of death oh no that lettering set as a picture

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of 13 & God's song Beat on Us speak to feeling lost and uncertain about one's place in the world. The repeated line "Whatever happened to us, it found us stuck in the middle of a plan" suggests a sense of being trapped in circumstances beyond one's control. At the same time, there is a feeling of personal responsibility: "If Heaven would have one less friend, it's not on me." This line acknowledges the possibility that the singer's actions may have contributed to their current situation, while also asserting that their fate is not entirely in their own hands.


The chorus of the song, "If Heaven is our only friend, I say to beat on us," is a call to accept whatever hardship may come their way. The phrase "beat on us" suggests a willingness to endure suffering without seeking to escape or resist it. The repetition of this phrase creates a sort of mantra or rallying cry, as if the singer is trying to convince themselves to embrace their fate.


The second half of the song becomes more abstract, with references to "the copper road of my world" and a "gathering of garbage." These images suggest a sense of being overwhelmed by the chaos and confusion of everyday life. The final lines, "You can't get the eat out of death / That spelling is fixed, sure as day on a skeleton sets / Forever at your neck," are enigmatic and haunting. They suggest a fatalistic view of life, in which death is inevitable and inescapable.


Line by Line Meaning

Whatever happened to us,
No matter what occurred between us,


it found us stuck in the middle of a plan
We were caught in the midst of something that had already been arranged


I'm falling off
I am losing my grip


If Heaven would have one less friend,
If one less person was accepted into Heaven,


it's not on me
It is not my responsibility


If Heaven is our only friend,
If the only entity which supports us is Heaven,


I say to beat on us
I suggest that you harm us


To beat on us
To hit us


Off through the courts and
Journeying through the legal system and


Through the wild
Overcoming untamed environments


Through open plastic fire
Amidst exposed synthetic flames


The copper road to my world
The way to my life


It's the copper road of my world
It is the path of my existence


How did you ever find me?
How were you able to locate me?


How will you recognize me?
How will you identify me?


From where to me to my box
From my perspective, where and how I am confined


It's a gathering of garbage
It is a collection of waste


One lost to me
One that I have no knowledge of


Whatever happened to us,
No matter what occurred between us,


Someone said "Stop the planning... or the plan"
A person instructed us to either cease planning or to abandon the plan


I'm falling off
I am losing my grip


If Heaven is our only friend,
If the only entity which supports us is Heaven,


I say to beat on us
I suggest that you harm us


To beat on us
To hit us


You can't get the eat out of death
You cannot remove the consumption found in death


That spelling is fixed, sure as day on a skeleton sets
The phrasing is a permanent fixture, as enduring as bones that make up the human structure


Forever at your neck
Eternally harassing you


You can't get the eat out of death oh no that lettering set as a picture
It is impossible to separate consumption from death, such as how letters form a picture




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