Forest Fire
Andrew Jackson Jihad Lyrics


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Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth.
Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house.
Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced.
Get out of bed, please go away, get out, get out, get out.

You see a liar in the mirror he's sneering in that way.
That makes you feel unsafe, insane and you hate to see his face.
You punch the mirror to shut him up but he won't go away.
He just multiplies, intensifies, he's twenty tiny blades.

Is it getting better?
It's really getting worse.
I'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts.
The forest is on fire but we're gonna let it burn.
We're controlling it.




We've got it handled.
Thanks for your concern

Overall Meaning

The song Forest Fire by Andrew Jackson Jihad presents a vivid portrayal of the experience of waking up to face the challenges of life with a sense of despair and disillusionment. The lyrics narrate the struggle of a person who is trying to overcome an addiction, but keeps relapsing into old habits. The opening lines of the song describe the struggle to wake up and face the day, with the taste of failure and disappointment still lingering in the mouth. The singer wants to avoid leaving the safety of the house, dreading the prospect of facing temptation and slipping back into addiction.


The second verse of the song is even more intense, as the singer confronts his own inner demons. The mirror, which is often a symbol of self-reflection and introspection, becomes a source of anxiety and fear, as the singer sees a distorted image of himself, that of a liar who is mocking him. The singer tries to shut him up by punching the mirror, but it only makes the situation worse, as the image of the liar multiplies and intensifies, becoming twenty tiny blades, representing the negative thoughts and feelings that are cutting him from within.


The final lines of the song are somewhat ironic, as they suggest a sense of detachment and apathy in the face of the problems that the singer is confronting. The forest, which is a symbol of nature and the environment, is on fire, but the singer is not worried, because he believes that he and his peers have it under control. This could be interpreted as a metaphor for the sense of powerlessness and fatalism that often comes with addiction and mental health problems: the person is aware of the danger and the risks, but feels unable to do anything to stop it.


Line by Line Meaning

Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth.
Starting your day with an unpleasant feeling.


Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house.
Feeling unmotivated to face the day ahead.


Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced.
Being haunted by the memories of a past addiction.


Get out of bed, please go away, get out, get out, get out.
Struggling to fight off negative thoughts and urges.


You see a liar in the mirror he's sneering in that way.
Being confronted with your own self-doubt and insecurities.


That makes you feel unsafe, insane and you hate to see his face.
Feeling overwhelmed and uncomfortable with your own reflection.


You punch the mirror to shut him up but he won't go away.
Trying to silence your inner critic, but realizing it's not that simple.


He just multiplies, intensifies, he's twenty tiny blades.
Realizing that your self-doubt can be relentless and painful.


Is it getting better?
Asking yourself if you're making any progress.


It's really getting worse.
Feeling like things are spiraling out of control despite your efforts.


I'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts.
Feeling guilty about past mistakes and willing to make amends.


The forest is on fire but we're gonna let it burn.
Seeing a destructive force taking over, but choosing to let it run its course.


We're controlling it.
Acknowledging that you have some power over the situation.


We've got it handled.
Feeling confident that you can manage the consequences.


Thanks for your concern.
Being dismissive of someone's attempts to help, because only you can truly understand your own struggles.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

брух

Just to make it easier for myself

Bad things happen everyday
Cancer and murder, and herpes and AIDS
We'll all die alone someday
I hope we don't die alone

And our vices make it bearable enough
To know our lives should've been to not give a fuck
They make it bearable enough to help us on our way

But still it feels nice to feel alive
To try to find a house or home or some place to thrive
It feels great to be alive
Except for all those times you feel dead

And how do we maintain our buoyancy
In this salty lake of shit, tears, and murder and disease
How do we keep ourselves afloat?
In all this sad stuff

I've gotta know the answers
I've gotta know it now
And I need the answers, I have to know how
We'll all die alone someday
I hope we don't die alone

Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth
Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house
Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced
Get out of bed, please go away, get out, get out, get out

You see a liar in the mirror he's sneering in that way
That makes you feel unsafe, insane and you hate to see his face
You punch the mirror to shut him up but he won't go away
He just multiplies, intensifies, he's twenty tiny blades

Is it getting better?
It's really getting worse
I'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts
The forest is on fire but we're gonna let it burn
We're controlling it
We've got it handled
Thanks for your concern



All comments from YouTube:

Dingus, yo.

the transition into forest fire is the most god damn amazing thing ever

брух

Just to make it easier for myself

Bad things happen everyday
Cancer and murder, and herpes and AIDS
We'll all die alone someday
I hope we don't die alone

And our vices make it bearable enough
To know our lives should've been to not give a fuck
They make it bearable enough to help us on our way

But still it feels nice to feel alive
To try to find a house or home or some place to thrive
It feels great to be alive
Except for all those times you feel dead

And how do we maintain our buoyancy
In this salty lake of shit, tears, and murder and disease
How do we keep ourselves afloat?
In all this sad stuff

I've gotta know the answers
I've gotta know it now
And I need the answers, I have to know how
We'll all die alone someday
I hope we don't die alone

Waking from napping with a bad taste in your mouth
Wishing you were sleeping, you don't want to leave the house
Dripping from your dreaming of a habit you renounced
Get out of bed, please go away, get out, get out, get out

You see a liar in the mirror he's sneering in that way
That makes you feel unsafe, insane and you hate to see his face
You punch the mirror to shut him up but he won't go away
He just multiplies, intensifies, he's twenty tiny blades

Is it getting better?
It's really getting worse
I'll give a thousand apologies for a thousand hurts
The forest is on fire but we're gonna let it burn
We're controlling it
We've got it handled
Thanks for your concern

TheNixon333

"To know our lives are shit but to not give a fuck."

lilydngerously

forest fire is pretty much the best song I've ever heard.

Arúspice

+Jonathan Wingo Yeah man, definitely my favorite AJJ song

Arúspice

jesus fucking christ it's been 6 years and here I am again.

The more things change the more they stay the same in some ways.

Surprised I'm still here at all

Passion Complex

Came here from a "If this tour doesn't kill you / DVP" by Pup comment saying this transition is fire too.
Didn't disappoint <3

Maxolotl

Shit man I seen that same comment, welcome to the club.

conk18

Same xD

Jarrett Lowery

Same here

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