The walker
Christine and the Queens Lyrics

I am out for a walk And I will not be back 'til they're staining my skin This is how I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
The singer is taking a walk and won't return until her exertions leave her covered in sweat. This is how she chooses to express herself, with physical actions that leave her marked and bruised.

Every night I do walk And if they're looking down I'm offering my chin This is how I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
The singer takes this walk every night, and if someone is watching, she offers herself up as a target for their aggression. This is how she chooses to communicate, with violent acts that have a certain beauty.

There's A way to truly be seen By furiously skimming in Forget the jewels, I'm livid Veins are shutting out fine on their own Blood on my cheeks, birds come by One of my stomps and they fly People politely smile to make sure I won't come any closer
The singer suggests that the best way to be noticed is to act with passion and fury. She isn't interested in superficial displays of wealth or status - she is angry and wants her emotions to be visible. She has hurt herself and birds flee at her approach, but others try to keep her at a safe distance.

Now A swollen eye is four days Of curious calm, snow in May Way better off on my own Since no one cries there's no one to blame It hurts, I feel everything As my sense of self's wearing thin Such pains can be a delight Far from when I could drown in my shame
The singer reflects on the aftermath of one of her violent outbursts. She is strangely calm despite her injuries, and feels more comfortable being alone since no one can blame her for her actions. As she feels the pain of her wounds, she is reminded of how thin her sense of self has become. Despite the discomfort, she finds some pleasure in the pain, as it is a welcome alternative to drowning in guilt and shame.

Say now I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
The singer repeats her message that she prefers to express herself with physical actions that leave a mark. She sees her violent outbursts as beautiful, like blossoms that bloom from destruction.

Say now I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin Say now I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin Say now I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin Say now I chose to talk With some violent hits, violent blossoms akin
The final lines of the song repeat the singer's message that she chooses to communicate through violent acts that leave a lasting impression. She sees aggression as a form of beauty, and isn't afraid to use it to express herself.