Strangers
Kush Mody Lyrics
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They press our teardrops into diamonds
They change our sorrows into gold
They're gonna turn our blood to rubies
We just need someone we can hold
Got an issue but it's getting bigger and bigger
In the beginning it was something minor
So we're bringing in a tiger
There's something inside her
Thought you were blissful
I heard you did it with a pink-handled pistol
But sadness, it tend to latch on
And it won't let go like a pitbull
Don't even know if you left a note
Should we blame the Depakote?
Or vilify the Abilify?
You were trying to find your vanilla sky
Then you unravel
Face down on rock bottom fucking chewing gravel
Because a human's so fragile. What can you do?
They press our teardrops into diamonds
They change our sorrows into gold
They're gonna turn our blood to rubies
We just need someone we can hold
They press our teardrops into diamonds
But they can't change our hearts to stone
They're gonna turn our blood to rubies
I know that we are not alone
I know it's sappy
But I want my family to be happy
Without becoming flatter than a sheet of paper
An army of zombies shuffling through a vapor
But I know folks who found something beautiful
And they credit the pharmaceuticals
For slaying the demons that they're running from
It might have saved their lives and I'm one of em
But there's a limit to the shit you can endure
You get a prescription and you're thinking that it's pure
But baby maybe it's a problem when you got a problem
And you get addicted to the cure
The spike ain't not mystery
We're any penny in a billion dollar industry
And there's a mothafucka on living on the hill pushing pills
Stacking bills off our misery
Had a teaspoon that's full of pain
Got an ocean that's full of sorrow
The lyrics to Kush Mody's "Strangers" demonstrate the way in which people can be resilient in the face of adversity. Mody is pointing out that through the trials and tribulations of life, people can continue to shine and be brilliant even when they feel like they are melting down. This metaphor is applied quite literally when Mody sings, "they press our teardrops into diamonds, they change our sorrows into gold, they're gonna turn our blood to rubies, we just need someone we can hold." Mody is saying that even when the times are tough, people will shine and their true worth will be revealed.
The song's narrative focuses on Mody's struggles with mental health and addiction. The lyrics describe his journey through the highs and the lows of mental illness and the various ways in which he tries to cope with it. Mody offers a critical commentary on the pharmaceutical industry and the way that medication can be both a lifesaver and a trap. Mody is personal and honest throughout the song, and he is not shy about talking about his own struggles. He takes the listener on a journey through depression and the struggles that come with it.
In conclusion, "Strangers" is a poignant reflection on the complexities of life, love, and mental health. The song's vivid imagery and metaphors make it a powerful commentary on the struggles of the human experience. Mody's message is both deeply personal and universal, and it will resonate with anyone who has struggled with addiction, depression or anxiety.
Line by Line Meaning
They press our teardrops into diamonds
Adversities that makes us cry, gets transformed into something valuable
They change our sorrows into gold
Difficulties and griefs are not permanent and they can be converted into joy and happiness
They're gonna turn our blood to rubies
The hardships and suffering we endure in life can shape our personalities into something beautiful
We just need someone we can hold
The comfort and support of someone dear can help us through our hardest times
Got an issue but it's getting bigger and bigger
The problem at hand is escalating and becoming more difficult to deal with
In the beginning it was something minor
The problem at hand was not so serious initially
Got a rat up in my kitchen and we gotta get rid of it
Dealing with the problem at hand, no matter how trivial it may seem, is necessary
So we're bringing in a tiger
To tackle a bigger problem, we need to bring in more powerful resources
There's something inside her
There's a deeper issue or feeling that needs to be addressed in her
Thought you were blissful
I thought everything was going well, but it's not
I heard you did it with a pink-handled pistol
I heard you attempted suicide with a gun, possibly out of desperation and hopelessness
But sadness, it tend to latch on
Sadness and depression can cling to us and be hard to shake off
And it won't let go like a pitbull
Sadness and depression can feel like they're gripping onto us for dear life
Don't even know if you left a note
I don't even know if you said goodbye properly
Should we blame the Depakote?
Should we blame the medication for not working properly?
Or vilify the Abilify?
Or should we criticize the medication for its potential side-effects?
You were trying to find your vanilla sky
You were trying to search for happiness, peace and clarity
Then you unravel
Then everything fell apart
Face down on rock bottom fucking chewing gravel
You hit rock bottom and are struggling to get back up
Because a human's so fragile. What can you do?
Being human and dealing with tough situations can be extremely difficult and overwhelming
But they can't change our hearts to stone
No matter what happens, we can still hold onto our emotions and compassion
I know that we are not alone
Even in the darkest moments, we have people who care and support us
I know it's sappy
I know this may sound cheesy or predictable
But I want my family to be happy
I want my loved ones to be content and joyful
Without becoming flatter than a sheet of paper
But not at the cost of becoming dull and unexciting
An army of zombies shuffling through a vapor
A group of people aimlessly following societal norms and values
But I know folks who found something beautiful
I know people who found their own version of happiness and beauty in life
And they credit the pharmaceuticals
They attribute their recovery and wellbeing to medication
For slaying the demons that they're running from
For getting rid of the harmful and negative forces that haunted them in the past
It might have saved their lives and I'm one of em
It's possible that medication saved their life, and I can relate to that
But there's a limit to the shit you can endure
There's a breaking point to what a person can handle
You get addicted to the cure
You can become dependent on medication and it's healing powers
The spike ain't not mystery
The rise in drug abuse is not a secret
We're any penny in a billion dollar industry
We're just tiny, insignificant people in the grand scheme of the pharmaceutical industry
And there's a mothafucka on living on the hill pushing pills
There are people who are profiting off of our struggles and pain
Stacking bills off our misery
They're making money off of our misfortune and suffering
Had a teaspoon that's full of pain
I had a small amount of pain that gradually grew over time
Got an ocean that's full of sorrow
Now my pain has become an overwhelming, seemingly endless sea of sorrow
Contributed by Muhammad L. Suggest a correction in the comments below.