Incurably Innocent
At the Drive-In Lyrics
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The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection
A blank tape couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Always dragging a finger across his throat
Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
And the faith that awarded his every move
A blank tape that couldn't remember
But you can never erase the hurt
Out in the dial-tone distance someone heard
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
And he can't seem to find his direction home
In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
With the fear of God at the end of his whip
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Photograph, of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
Photograph, but you locked up in the trance of a memory
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
The lyrics to At the Drive-In's song Incurably Innocent depict a dark and disturbing story of abuse and trauma. The first verse reveals a perverse attraction to necrophilia that fuels the abuser's desires, which he takes out on the victim. The victim, likely a young woman, is blonde, blind to the pill, and in need of emasculating the abuser, suggesting a struggle for power.
The second verse suggests that the victim has been hurt and is trying to erase the trauma, but it cannot be forgotten. The abuser hides a photograph of the victim, likely a reminder of the trauma he caused, and she is locked up in the trance of the memory of the moment. The final verse implies that the victim may have died, possibly by suicide, as she hides in a closet in "eternity sleep" with "the fear of God at the end of his whip."
Overall, the lyrics of Incurably Innocent portray a haunting story of abuse, power, and trauma. The song highlights the need for awareness and action for victims of abuse and the damaging effects it can have on their lives.
Line by Line Meaning
Pray that your family never forgets
Wish that your loved ones can remember the good you did, not the twisted desires that haunt you.
The arousal from a corpse that fuels your taste
The perverse attraction to a lifeless body is the force behind your satisfaction.
Blonde to the shoulders, blind to the pill
You have long hair, but you cannot see the damage you're doing from that pill.
He found solace in the act of infection
Finding comfort in spreading disease is a twisted way to cope with your own pain.
A blank tape couldn't remember
Forgetting may be desirable, but some hurts are too deep to ever be erased.
But you can never erase the hurt
Pain is not easily forgotten, even if you try to clear your mind.
Out in the dial toned distance someone heard
Even though you think you're far away from everything, someone can still hear you.
He keeps a-hiding your photograph
This person is determined to hide a reminder of the moment when you took their power away.
Of the moment that you needed to emasculate his
You felt the need to weaken their masculinity for your own gain.
Photograph but you locked up in the trance of a memory
The memory of that moment has a hold on you that you cannot escape.
Marching to the coffins on Franklin Avenue
People are dying because of the pain that others inflict on them.
Preyed on the anguish, you better run
Those who gain their power through the suffering of others should watch out for retaliation.
Always dragging a finger across his throat
The threat of violence looms over those who have caused harm.
Man is the fixer to sage the ghosts
Humans try to heal the wounds of their past, but those traumas still haunt them.
And the faith that awarded his every move
Blindly following someone's every move can lead to destruction, even if it seems like the right thing to do.
Just float the needles when the rum fits a tremor at hand
When the shakes come from drinking, letting go and surrendering may provide temporary relief.
And he can't seem to find his direction home
Lost in his own pain, he cannot find his way back to where he belongs.
In a closet she hid in eternity sleep
This person suffered so much that they chose to die and remain hidden forever.
With the fear of God at the end of his whip
Punishment and pain are inflicted on others in the name of religion, causing fear and trauma.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: Cedric Bixler, Keeley Dixon Davis, Antoine Hajjar, Paul Hinojos, Omar Alfredo Rodriguez
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@TrashQueenAndKing
Danny got 30 years. RIP bozo
@shanemiller6982
30 to life.
@maffieduran
Here to celebrate Masterson is finally paying for the sht he did
@joeyclemenza7339
There you are, At the Drive-In.... it's like you never left.
Welcome back.... fuck, I missed you guys.
@GreenDayDookieDemos
Nice profile picture! Cool to see more people who love ATD-I that also like Converge
@joeyclemenza7339
the broke up in 2000, then split into two other bands (the mars volta and sparta). they then reunited in 2011 or 2012, played a slew of small gigs and music festivals, parted ways before the end of the year. they've now formed again (minus one), and are now we're here......with a new album.
you may want to read up on that.
@joeyclemenza7339
i've loved converge for years... and glassjaw. going on nearly 20 years now. to me, all three bands (and many more) are part of my very own golden age of rock and roll.
@rock1stfan
Joey Clemenza tmv aren't gonna make music anymore right?
@rock1stfan
Pork Woofles last two singles are as clean as anything on relationship of command
@SGRev1
Knowing what this song is really about now, this was a very brave move on Cedric's part to make this a single.