Post Mortem
Mr. Lif Lyrics

Vision is blurred yo
The singer is disoriented and experiencing confusion.

This is the last chapter
The singer is approaching death.

Bombs hit who? Crushed what?
The singer is reflecting on the violence and destruction around him.

Over there? Oh my god, oh dear
The artist is horrified by his surroundings.

I was hmm.. I think I was *h* movin somewhere
The artist is unsure of where he was headed in life.

About to paint my fear bright glare not quite clear
The singer was planning to confront his fear, but he didn't feel mentally prepared enough.

Stay blinded to the light of possibilities
The singer is unwilling to consider other options that could have changed his fate.

Think I heard the screams of those in my proximity
The artist hears people around him experiencing pain and suffering.

On how they started thinking wishfully
The people around the artist were imagining a better life despite their dire situation.

Guided by fear I'm suddenly aware
The artist is realizing the role that fear has played in his life decisions.

Please, is anybody out there?
The singer is desperately seeking human connection and hoping that someone can hear him.

It was a gentle fission kiss on my block
The artist experienced the impact of a nuclear bomb on his neighborhood.

And hot light like a baby breathing sigh a terrain
The heat and light from the bomb was intense and all-encompassing.

And now my name is merely left
The singer feels insignificant and forgotten in the grand scheme of things.

Suckin on brain exist before the final flash
The singer is reflecting on his existence before the nuclear bomb went off.

The emotion of pretty details of a life I had passed
The artist is mourning the loss of his previous life.

Now my warm night in Brooklyn is ash
The artist's hometown has been destroyed by the bomb.

Falling from the snot of loosies that I choked
The singer is choking on the ash and smoke from the bomb.

Around the corner from class
The singer remembers his old routine before the bomb hit.

Before the moments when the moon can move fast
The artist is reflecting on a time when things seemed to move more slowly and life was more manageable.

Another summer slowly growing with the friendships
The artist is remembering a time when his life was more carefree.

That would end with a blast
The artist is aware that his earlier years were cut short by the bomb.

Or how the hours could so blissfully lag
The singer is reminiscing about a simpler time when he could just enjoy life.

She slid her tongue between my lips and I gasped
The artist is recalling a sexual encounter.

Told my dawgs and they laughed
The singer shared the story of his encounter with his friends.

Now we're combining our cash at last
The singer and his friends are pooling their resources.

A pack of smokes and a flask
The singer and his friends are preparing to indulge in some vices.

Hopeless liquor with a
The meaning of this line is unclear.

Convert to atheism denounce god pronounce religion dead
The artist is rejecting his previous religious beliefs and embracing atheism.

Faith in nothing trace my wrists with razors
The singer is cutting himself in response to his lack of faith.

I refuse to wait for the blades to erase my spirit
The singer wants to take control of his own death rather than letting it happen passively.

Death - faced with it - run to it - not from it
The artist is embracing the inevitability of his impending death.

Swallow all the pills in the medicine cabinet
The artist is attempting to commit suicide by overdosing.

Chase it with a bottle of 151 hung mommy
The artist is drinking alcohol as part of his suicide attempt.

Head outside the smashed windows in trash my hotel lobby
The singer is causing destruction as he prepares to die.

Break the grip off the time at last
The artist is trying to escape the constraints of time.

I find I get to him up Wish I did more sinnin
The singer wishes he had been more rebellious in his life.

Get a strap on run up in two women
The singer wishes he had been more sexually adventurous.

Laid in the middle of a highway wait for pain to hit me
The singer is contemplating suicide by letting himself be hit by a car.

Still a can with people lootin screamin come and get me
The artist is surrounded by chaos and the lawlessness that comes with societal collapse.

Finally it was porn shop biggest gun crowded street
The artist is at a gun shop and is about to end his life.

Blow my brains to hell - I'm gone - and let the devil come for me
The singer is committing suicide by shooting himself.

What's the chance that I'd be one of the last ones left of my preceders
The singer is reflecting on his place in history.

The Earth Crusher came before I could even conceive a fetus
The artist is referencing an environmental disaster that occurred before he was even born.

But I did go from nothing to misunderstood elitist
The artist is reflecting on the way his social status changed over time.

Who tried to tell his people the lies instead of acting like defeatists
The artist regrets that he didn't stand up for what he believed in.

But what good is that? Cause we're now all goin to hell
The singer feels hopeless about the future.

Like some kid playin in his class out talkin before the bell
The artist is reflecting on how he wasted precious time in his life.

I died believing in righteousness but I could have indulged more
The singer wishes he had enjoyed life more.

Cause giving in to temptation don't seem that raw no more
The singer feels like he should have taken more risks and indulged more often.

I heard some airline offered flights into space
The singer is reflecting on how he missed out on exciting opportunities.

I shoulda took it to see earth before they matched up the place
The artist wishes he had gone on a space flight to see the Earth.

I thought I'd be alone when they finally came to get me
The artist is reflecting on his impending death.

But nobody gotta miss me because they all comin with me
The singer believes that the whole world is doomed.

Our horizon was accessorizing we bred more need
The singer is reflecting on how his society was driven by consumerism.

Best believe this be the equation of greed
The artist believes that greed is what drives society.

I need a new car and thus new breaks
The artist is expressing his desire for material possessions.

Another tune-up with lube
The artist is planning to take care of his car.

Whatever's put together shall be unscrewed
The singer believes that everything is temporary and that nothing lasts.

In times of famine we made more food
The artist is reflecting on the resilience of human societies in the face of hardship.

Food made more people
The singer is acknowledging that the population of the world is continuing to grow despite resource depletion.

It's all explained within the cycle of evil
The singer believes that society is driven by evil forces.

Would I trade it all?
The singer is reflecting on what he would be willing to give up in exchange for a better life.

Cruisin down the highway on a bright summer day
The artist is reflecting on a happy memory from his past.

Gazing out a plane to see the earth from miles away
The artist is imagining a peaceful moment before nuclear bombs destroyed the world.

Watchin the patriots win the super bowl
The singer is reflecting on a happy sports memory.

Grabbin that fumble from Ricky Prole
The singer is remembering a specific moment from a football game.

Or my stereo provided me with rhythm and soul
The artist is reflecting on the importance of music in his life.

I don't know, all I know is I feel guilt for
The artist is feeling guilty about his life choices.

Every single thing I've ever bought and sold
The artist is feeling guilty about his consumerist lifestyle.

I shoulda been at more demonstrations
The singer wishes he had been more politically active.

Planted bombs in corporations
The artist wishes he had been more violent in his activism.

Murdered CEO's and cancelled TV shows
The singer is reflecting on extreme actions that he wishes he had taken.

Burned billboards and torn posters
The singer wishes he had been more destructive in his activism.

I coulda read more
The singer wishes he had spent more time reading books.

Finally I get to meet this god they left us dead for
The artist is reflecting on his views about religion and the afterlife.

And its ill, its power to the form of a bill
The artist is skeptical of the role of money and politics in society.

To which people killed by manipulated free will
The singer believes that people are being manipulated by political and economic systems.

Conscience be the crucifix a chopping block for poppycock
The singer is reflecting on the role of conscience in society and how it can be manipulated.

And I can feel our spirits drop upon these streets I oddly walk
The artist is reflecting on the bleakness and sadness of his surroundings.

Enough talk! Here's my last chance to cherish a thought
The artist is preparing to die.

My flesh is fully melted and my stomach's in a knot
The artist is suffering from the effects of the nuclear bomb.

So to my love I hated to leave you alone
The singer is regretful that he is leaving his loved one behind.

Parted my zone passion took me to places and my life was a poem
The artist is reflecting on the poetic beauty of his life.

Baby I was on my way home about to catch a flight
The singer is reflecting on a moment before the nuclear bombs went off.

Our meeting has dissolved in radiation and light
The singer and his loved one will never get to reunite due to the destruction of the world.

Love you gave me made me shine
The singer is reflecting on the love that made his life meaningful.

You're gorgeous with a powerful mind
The artist is complimenting his loved one.

You lifted my spirits and strengthened my spine
The artist is acknowledging the ways in which his loved one supported him.

I'm at peace with my life cause knowin you was divine
The singer is grateful for the gift of having known his loved one.

You made me see eternal beauty in a world that was dying
The singer found hope and beauty in a world that was being destroyed.

Now we're all ground by the grind
The artist and his loved one are now suffering the same fate as everyone else.