Calm Down
AMB Lyrics

I'm alone, I'm holding my chrome And I have become The only one that sees what is really there.
The singer is isolated and holding a gun, and feels like they are the only ones who can truly see reality.

I hate that I'm scared, but who really cares? I tell 'em and for me all they have is blank stares
The singer is afraid, but feels that no one takes them seriously when they try to express their fear.

And I can just see it now, me jumpin' off the stage right into the crowd I beat the shit out of a kid and when I got backstage I licked the blood off my hands that I took from his face I start to thinkin': why did I just do that? I got a demon on my shoulder, ain't no monkey on my back And this demon's with my now, she's writing these rhymes And only time will tell if I can put her in hell And it's swell.
The singer has a violent, demonic side that takes over and causes them to act impulsively. They fear that they will never be able to get rid of it.

People tell me I'm so lucky Six of the hottest bitches waitin' to f**k me And I feel pathetic And the thing's that's odd - maybe another vicodin will bring me closer to God.
Despite having opportunities that others envy, the artist feels empty and seeks solace in drugs.

I'm afraid of the dark and I'm afraid of the light And I'm afraid that I might've killed a motherf**ker last night I don't know, I'm just somehow bloody Feels like I just stuck somebody
The artist is consumed by fear and guilt, convinced that they may have committed a violent act without even realizing it.

Bad dreams, I'm crippled in the forehead. I gotta be. It takes up a lot of me. You probably need a lobotomy (right) Lookin' in the mirror I scare the shit outta me.
The singer has debilitating nightmares and feels like they are losing their mind. They view themselves as frightening and possibly in need of medical intervention.

And I finally can't afford no pills Layin' in the dark, sweatin' out night chills Night spills into the dawn Blood spills into the lawn
The singer is struggling financially and physically, experiencing physical symptoms and possibly hallucinations. They feel like their life is in chaos and out of control.

Boom! It's been four years of decline The mind can't exist alone on rewind But nothin' happens anymore to me Nothin' that I wanna store as a memory
The artist has been in a downward spiral for years, feeling stuck and unable to create meaningful memories.

Livin' alone, hidin' in the back room. Four times a day a run the vacuum It's dirt outside tryin' to make it's way in I gives a f**k if you feel what I'm sayin'
The artist leads an isolated life, obsessively cleaning their living space in order to keep the outside world at bay. They feel like no one can understand them.

I'm over-powered in the head by emotions A terrifying sadness with panic explosions I tried prayin', but I conjured a demon It's head popped outta my chest and started screamin', 'You, you belong to me!'
The artist is overwhelmed by intense and scary emotions that feel like they are possessing them. They hope that prayer will help, but instead feel like they have summoned a demon that claims ownership over them.

Chorus x 8: I cannot - Get ahold of myself Just cannot - Get ahold of myself I cannot - Get ahold of myself I have lost control of myself
The singer is completely out of control, unable to calm themselves down or regain a sense of stability.

Hook throughout
The chorus of the song repeats the idea that the artist cannot control themselves or their emotions, and that there is something possessing them and taking away their sanity.