Never Again
Akudama Lyrics


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Again
You say 'never again'
But what's to stop you?
You'll do it again
Your hands are hot and red

We wait so long for you to come home
Wait so long
We wait so long for you to come home
So long

You say 'never again'
Your hands are hot and red
And you're slamming doors on faces
You're slamming doors on me
Your gonna catch your death
And it's like a fucking race
You slam the door, you slam the door on me
You gonna catch your death




And it's like a fucking race, man
Race, man

Overall Meaning

These lyrics from Akudama's song "Never Again" convey a deep sense of frustration and despair. The repetition of the phrase "never again" suggests a recognition of past mistakes or harmful actions, but the following lines question the sincerity of that sentiment. The line "but what's to stop you?" implies a lack of confidence in the person's ability to change their behavior. It suggests that despite their proclamation of never repeating their actions, there is nothing preventing them from doing so.


The imagery of "hot and red hands" serves as a metaphor for guilt and the consequences of their actions. This could represent the pain they have inflicted on others and the emotional turmoil they carry within themselves. The repetition of this line reinforces the intensity of their guilt and the cycle they find themselves trapped in.


The next section of the lyrics shifts the narrative to the perspective of those affected by this individual's behavior. The phrase "we wait so long for you to come home" suggests a sense of longing and anticipation, highlighting the emotional toll their actions have taken on their loved ones. The repetition of "wait so long" emphasizes the enduring nature of this waiting and the frustration it breeds.


The line "you're slamming doors on faces, you're slamming doors on me" further illustrates the harm caused by this person's actions. It signifies a lack of consideration and empathy, as they push people away and shut them out. The use of the phrase "catch your death" carries a double meaning - it could refer to the harm they inflict upon themselves through their destructive behavior or the potential consequences they may face in the future.


The lyrics then intensify with the line "it's like a fucking race." This highlights the urgency and speed with which this person is repeating their harmful actions, escalating the sense of frustration and desperation. The repetition of "slam the door on me" further emphasizes the personal impact their actions have on the singer.


Overall, these lyrics paint a picture of a person caught in a destructive cycle, seemingly unable to break free from their damaging behavior. It also conveys the emotional toll their actions have on those around them, leaving them waiting and hoping for change that may never come.


Line by Line Meaning

Again
Once more


You say 'never again'
You declare that you will not repeat the same actions


But what's to stop you?
However, what is preventing you from doing it again?


You'll do it again
You will repeat your actions


Your hands are hot and red
Your hands are filled with anger and guilt


We wait so long for you to come home
We patiently wait for your return


Wait so long
Endure for an extended period


We wait so long for you to come home
We persistently wait for you to come back


So long
For such a considerable amount of time


You say 'never again'
You assert that you will not repeat the same actions


Your hands are hot and red
Your hands are filled with anger and guilt


And you're slamming doors on faces
And you are forcefully closing doors in people's faces


You're slamming doors on me
You are aggressively shutting doors in my face


Your gonna catch your death
You are heading towards a deadly consequence


And it's like a fucking race
And it feels like an intense competition


You slam the door, you slam the door on me
You forcefully close the door on me, creating separation


You gonna catch your death
You will suffer severe consequences


And it's like a fucking race, man
And it feels like an intense competition, my friend


Race, man
An intense competition, my friend




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Written by: Blake Charleton

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