Pins and Needles
Carrion Vael Lyrics

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Pins and needles don't mean much, unless you're dying for its loving touch.
And I can feel it in the air, and I can almost taste you.
And pins and needles don't mean much, unless the pain you feel is full of lust.
And on this day I will have you, and I think you'll have me too.
I call upon you now. I've made my mind up.
Dear Ms. Budd, I am the grey, and sickening one.
Bleaahhh
Ohhh the moon, it makes me do wicked things. Castration and pain, for the heat a more deadly game.

Awaits them, the slow and immortal. For children of mine, this blood runs eternal.
Cut the skin, drink the piss and eat all their shit. Nothings to sick, I'm a fiend for the cat nines whip.
And the more that I'm tortured within, the more I'm afflicted to bring forth these sins.
I'm sick, depraved, I long for the perfect soul. Flowers get plucked, no more life shall it ever flow.
As I watch from the windows of fate, I'm stripped of these binds that know pain shan't abate.
Ohhh my child, has this fate brought you to me? To punish and please, don't you see?
On this night, the pain sets you free. To dance with the devil and die.
Why is God speaking to me? Coprophagia.
Stab them, and kill them, and beat them, take their eyes. Leave them there for the world to cherish their little lives. Take them, and break them, and shame them. The pain is mine.
I find myself upon the frenzied peak of my demise.
Stab them, and kill them, and beat them, take their eyes. Leave them there for the world to cherish their little lives. Take them, and break them, and shame them. The pain is mine.
I find myself upon the frenzied peak of my demise.
These are the games that we play. Step into the grey, Brooklyn vampire prey.
Ohhh I've made up my mind to eat, to feast on the innocence of grace upon me.
I am shunned by my family for the things I have done. Nails driven deep in my skin just for fun.
It's what makes me cum. Such discourse. But you're never gonna ever gonna find that corpse.
Not here with the dead less, pathetic headless, drown upon the well I consumed the flesh its
Instruments of hell. Cooked to eat. How tender that little ass did taste.
In 9 days consumed her whole, I am the devil, grey to the soul.
Cut the skin, drink the piss and eat all their shit. Nothings to sick, I'm a fiend for the cat nines whip.
And the more that I'm tortured within, the more I'm afflicted to bring forth these sins.
I'm sick, depraved, I long for the perfect soul. Flowers get plucked, no more life shall it ever flow.
As I watch from the windows of fate, I'm stripped of these binds that know pain shan't abate.

Ohhh my child, has this fate brought you to me? To punish and please, don't you see?
On this night, the pain sets you free. To dance with the devil and die.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Pins and Needles" by Carrion Vael explore themes of lust, depravity, and the duality of pleasure and pain. The phrase "pins and needles" serves as a metaphor for the sensation of anticipation and desire that can accompany erotic experiences, implying that the tangibility of longing may be intertwined with darker emotions. The opening lines suggest a yearning for a lover's touch, emphasizing that feelings of desire are heightened when they are both erotic and painful. This dichotomy of pleasure and pain is a central theme throughout the song, painting a picture of a tumultuous relationship where true fulfillment may only come through suffering. The singer consciously makes the decision to pursue this pleasure, implying that their desires are both dangerous and irresistible, invoking a sense of foreboding in their commitment to this embrace of agony and ecstasy.

The imagery in this song delves into violent and grotesque territories, particularly in the depiction of acts of aggression and punishment. References to "castration and pain" and "coprophagia" evoke visceral reactions, contrasting sharply with the initial tender yearning introduced earlier. This highlights an unsettling transformation within the singer's psyche, where longing morphs into a thirst for dominance and destruction. The gruesome details of inflicting harm, such as stabbing and taking eyes, not only illustrate a loss of empathy but also serve as metaphorical expressions of consuming desires that lead to self-destruction. This chaos is further emphasized by lines about being "sick, depraved" and longing for a "perfect soul," insinuating that these violent fantasies offer a twisted sense of fulfillment. The juxtaposition of innocent love and horrific violence ultimately illustrates a profound moral descent, where beauty and purity are corrupted by obsession and madness.

As the song progresses, there are reflections that suggest a deeper philosophical inquiry into fate, existence, and the inevitability of suffering. The singer's dialogue about "flowers getting plucked" symbolizes the loss of innocence, while their voyeuristic perspective from “the windows of fate” implies a detachment from their own horrors. This could be interpreted as an acknowledgment of personal struggle: they are both the perpetrator and spectator of atrocities. The assertion that "this fate brought you to me" implies a twisted sense of predestined connection with their victims, blurring the lines between predator and prey. The finality of phrases such as “to dance with the devil and die” denotes the ultimate sacrifice that accompanies such dark entanglements, suggesting a tragic allure in the intertwining of mortality with unquenchable desire.

The concluding verses encapsulate the futility and inevitability of the singer's depravity. The repetition of violent acts and consumeristic imagery emphasizes a sense of obsession, marking their descent into madness as a continuous cycle of gratification through violence. The singer acknowledges feeling shunned by their family, suggesting that their yearning for the macabre has led to isolation and condemnation. The metaphor of being "grey to the soul" further solidifies their identity as one intertwined with darkness, unable to escape the associated consequences of their actions. As they revel in their perverse desires, there exists a tragic acknowledgment that such pursuits may indeed lead to their own abyss, reinforcing the song's exploration of how twisted desires can morph into self-destructive tendencies. In the end, this intricate tapestry woven through lust, pain, and existential dread serves as a haunting reflection on the darker aspects of human desire and the depths one might plunge to in the pursuit of fulfillment.

Line by Line Meaning

Pins and needles don't mean much, unless you're dying for its loving touch.
The feeling of anticipation or pain becomes significant only when there is an intense desire for connection and affection.

And I can feel it in the air, and I can almost taste you.
There is an overwhelming sense of longing and sensation in the atmosphere, making someone's presence intensely palpable.

And pins and needles don't mean much, unless the pain you feel is full of lust.
The discomfort experienced is trivial unless it is infused with a deep desire and yearning for passion.

And on this day I will have you, and I think you'll have me too.
There's a certainty and mutual longing for a moment of intimate union on this day.

I call upon you now. I've made my mind up.
I am invoking your presence, having reached a decisive resolution regarding my feelings.

Dear Ms. Budd, I am the grey, and sickening one.
I am identifying myself as someone deeply troubled and morally ambiguous, addressing a figure of significance.

Bleaahhh
An expression of revulsion or release, signaling something grotesque.

Ohhh the moon, it makes me do wicked things. Castration and pain, for the heat a more deadly game.
The allure of lunar influence drives me towards dark and immoral actions, highlighting the dangerous thrill of such ventures.

Awaits them, the slow and immortal. For children of mine, this blood runs eternal.
Patience is rewarded with a timeless existence, suggesting a lineage or legacy of twisted desires.

Cut the skin, drink the piss and eat all their shit. Nothings to sick, I'm a fiend for the cat nines whip.
There is a disturbing obsession with brutal and disgusting acts, celebrating the extremes of depravity and pain.

And the more that I'm tortured within, the more I'm afflicted to bring forth these sins.
Internal suffering fuels a compulsive drive to engage in morally corrupt acts, illustrating the cycle of pain and transgression.

I'm sick, depraved, I long for the perfect soul. Flowers get plucked, no more life shall it ever flow.
An intense craving for an ideal partner leads to destruction, symbolized by the imagery of withering life and lost potential.

As I watch from the windows of fate, I'm stripped of these binds that know pain shan't abate.
Observing the inevitable outcomes of choices, I feel liberated from constraints, yet pain remains a constant companion.

Ohhh my child, has this fate brought you to me? To punish and please, don't you see?
I question whether our paths were intertwined by destiny, suggesting a dual role of both tormentor and liberator.

On this night, the pain sets you free. To dance with the devil and die.
In the midst of suffering, there lies an opportunity for liberation, despite the dangerous implications.

Why is God speaking to me? Coprophagia.
An existential crisis prompts a grotesque longing for understanding through shocking means, reflecting a troubling relationship with divinity.

Stab them, and kill them, and beat them, take their eyes.
This line emphasizes the darkest fantasies of violence and control, suggesting an urge to dominate and inflict pain.

Leave them there for the world to cherish their little lives. Take them, and break them, and shame them. The pain is mine.
The remnants of destruction serve as objects of morbid fascination, where my suffering becomes a source of twisted pride.

I find myself upon the frenzied peak of my demise.
At the height of chaos and self-destruction, I confront the culmination of my dark desires.

Stab them, and kill them, and beat them, take their eyes.
Echoing the theme of violence, reflecting an obsessive fixation on the power to take life and instill terror.

Leave them there for the world to cherish their little lives. Take them, and break them, and shame them. The pain is mine.
Reinforces the idea of leaving a brutal legacy for society to view, turning trauma into a twisted kind of possession.

I find myself upon the frenzied peak of my demise.
A reiteration of the experience of chaos and surrender to violent impulses, teetering on the edge of total collapse.

These are the games that we play. Step into the grey, Brooklyn vampire prey.
This highlights the morally ambiguous actions we partake in, comparing the chase to that of a predator and prey.

Ohhh I've made up my mind to eat, to feast on the innocence of grace upon me.
Determined to consume and destroy purity, reveling in the act of taking advantage of vulnerability.

I am shunned by my family for the things I have done. Nails driven deep in my skin just for fun.
Alienated from loved ones due to my actions, I resort to self-harm as a form of twisted amusement.

It's what makes me cum. Such discourse. But you're never gonna ever gonna find that corpse.
Deriving pleasure from the chaos and filth, suggesting undertones of murder and the impossibility of uncovering the truth.

Not here with the dead less, pathetic headless, drown upon the well I consumed the flesh its.
Referring to the bodies of those I’ve harmed in a grotesque manner, showcasing absolute disregard for life.

Instruments of hell. Cooked to eat. How tender that little ass did taste.
Celebrating the act of cannibalism, framing it in a disturbingly casual manner, thus dehumanizing the victim.

In 9 days consumed her whole, I am the devil, grey to the soul.
In the span of a week, I have completely devoured another, evoking the essence of evil entwined with my being.

Cut the skin, drink the piss and eat all their shit. Nothings to sick, I'm a fiend for the cat nines whip.
Once again exploring extreme acts of depravity, reveling in transcendence through the grotesque and taboo.

And the more that I'm tortured within, the more I'm afflicted to bring forth these sins.
As my internal anguish escalates, so too does my obsession with committing corrupt acts.

I'm sick, depraved, I long for the perfect soul. Flowers get plucked, no more life shall it ever flow.
My illness and twisted desires compel a longing for destruction, signified by the image of wilting beauty.

As I watch from the windows of fate, I'm stripped of these binds that know pain shan't abate.
From a distant perspective, I feel liberated yet trapped by the unending nature of suffering that surrounds me.

Ohhh my child, has this fate brought you to me? To punish and please, don't you see?
I ponder whether fate has delivered you into my hands for fulfillment of both pleasure and punishment.

On this night, the pain sets you free. To dance with the devil and die.
The paradox of liberation through suffering becomes a fundamental choice with deadly consequences.

Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Trenton Limburg, Travis Lawson Purcell, Matt Behner, Al Arford, Ryan Kuder

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