Bandages
Mutoid Man Lyrics


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Scab in the shape of my face
A version of me falling tree

Scab in the shape of my heart
You could build a model
Of one that loved so free

Bandages on me
I′m wounded in love
Bandages I need to cut off the blood

Scabs on the skin of my knees
You're making me crawl
Back into the womb

Bandages on me
I′m wounded in love
Bandages I need to cut off the blood

Tied to that pain gripping my soul




It's starting to rain and I'm losing
Losing control

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mutoid Man's song "Bandages" portray a sense of emotional pain that one goes through after heartbreak, by employing a series of metaphors. The first two lines "Scab in the shape of my face, a version of me falling tree" paints a picture of the aftermath of a fall, which caused injury that eventually led to a scab in the shape of his face. The metaphor suggests that he has been hurt emotionally, and now, after the healing process, he wears the scars of his heartbreak in his face. The scab acts as a physical manifestation of the emotional wound he carries.


The metaphorical depiction continues in the next verse, as he sings "Scab in the shape of my heart, you could build a model of one that loved so free." The lyrics illustrate that his heart, where he once possessed the capability to love so fiercely and passionately, has now become scarred, and that his former emotional self-representation was one of free love, but now lies in the shape of an emotional scab.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "Bandages on me, I'm wounded in love," symbolizing the pain he is in post-breakup or after a heartbreak, and the need to remove the bandages that have been put on to invalidate or ignore his emotional pain. The metaphor in the song is consistent, illustrating his vulnerability through scabs and bandages, while revealing the pain and sadness he feels.


Line by Line Meaning

Scab in the shape of my face
A scar in the form of my visage


A version of me falling tree
A version of myself falling like a tree


Scab in the shape of my heart
A scar in the form of my heart


You could build a model
One could construct a replica


Of one that loved so free
Of someone who loved so freely


Bandages on me
Dressings covering me


I'm wounded in love
I'm injured in matters of the heart


Bandages I need to cut off the blood
Dressings I must remove to stop the flow of blood


Scabs on the skin of my knees
Scars on the skin of my knees


You're making me crawl
You're causing me to crawl


Back into the womb
Back into the uterus


Tied to that pain gripping my soul
Bound to that agony clutching my spirit


It's starting to rain and I'm losing
Rain is beginning to fall and I'm starting to falter


Losing control
Losing the ability to govern oneself




Writer(s): Benjamin Koller, Stephen Brodsky, Nick Cageao

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