C. F. Bundy.
Matt Elliott Lyrics


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Face down and fucked again
Taste of blood again
Know that you three
Were the last thing that I'd seen




Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Matt Elliott's song C. F. Bundy are dark and harrowing. They describe the experience of someone who has been assaulted yet again, and is now lying face down on the ground, feeling the taste of blood in their mouth. The lyrics suggest that this is not an unfamiliar experience for the singer, as they have been through this before. The final lines of the verse suggest that the assailants were known to the singer, as they were the last thing they saw before blacking out.


The lyrics paint a picture of helplessness and despair. The singer is not able to defend themselves against the attack and is left with no hope of escape. The repeated use of the phrase "again" suggests that this is a cycle of abuse that the singer has been caught up in for some time. It's a powerful critique of a society that allows such abuses to continue, and a call for action to break the cycle of violence.


Line by Line Meaning

Face down and fucked again
Feeling utterly defeated and helpless, unable to overcome the challenges life throws at you.


Taste of blood again
The bitter realization of coming to terms with one's own mortality and fragility.


Know that you three
Acknowledging the role others have played in their current state of despair.


Were the last thing that I'd seen
Reflecting on how those individuals were the final memories before reaching a point of no return.




Writer(s): D'ailleurs, Ici

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@person-zg5mr

أجد نفسي دائما تعود الى ما كانت تبغضه
اتحرر من الحس ليعود بنفس التفاهه التي اتصورها
باحساس مماثل للصور القديمه
نعشه وديه هنا
اصوات بيئتي
والنظرات الجائعه التي تلتهم المناظر
والجنون الذي يحرق وعيي وكياني
يتهشم شيء فشيء
تندثر الصور ،
يختفي مكان لبوث جسدي
وزمان وجوده
لحظات تسارع الزمن بأصله
ساعات أرضيه
تحولت الى ضوئيه ،فأجد أني في الكون المنير
وفي الأرض المناره
في نفس الحاله
فيكون الصمت الساكن شكل من أشكال الذهول
فيلتقطني احدهم لأنجو مرى اخرى من ما هو غير الموت ..



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All comments from YouTube:

@tylerdurden1526

I love writing dark, helpless, absolutely soul-crushing stories while listening to this and Atrium Carceri.

@wissemmatoussi575

Tyler Durden mind sharing them ? :)

@sens6832

share them with us. We'll be glad to take a look

@haiduc5320

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@sl0th259

I've always considered matt eliott lovecraftian folk

@dimosthenishondos1102

Can you share a story of yours,please

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@negaty

I listen to these tracks when I feel miserable (everyday) and I have to drink trying to cover holes in my life

@austinr6201

Same, friend. How are you doing now?

@moeker8826

Escuchar esto en el tren es uno de los mejores deleites que existen

@irvingrico6483

Damn, i wanna cry right now!

Pure art. ❤

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