The Trip
Nahemah Lyrics


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The archaic and heavy words
From the stone age
Drag and lead me, to a mental city

Metropolis with streets, of rare smells
Where my steps become strange
And sounds are tiny
A place where titanium lips
Kiss and cover my skin
Crumpled by the flogging
Of a rending sensuality

A place where they created
Abraxas from ice and fire
And they believe only what
Their eyes see

It's a glass ball viewing the future
Like a witch vomiting a nasty past
And a wizard made of a lovely essence
Contaminates a wide and square mind

Sometimes when they find me there
I'm present but in a million places lost
Looking for colossal forces to build
The everlasting tears
I have never dropped

As the piano notes, sound like a poisonous fluid
This trip becomes sad, and fucking hard
Now the dream is not a quiet walk
It is a pyramidal nightmare that lifts me
To its zenith and throws me down
Because this false reality shows me
The reason I'm in this town




Because this false reality shows me
The reason I fell

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Nahemah's song The Trip describe an otherworldly experience, perhaps the result of indulging in illicit substances. The singer is taken on a journey to a mental city that seems to exist within their mind. This city is described as a metropolis with streets of rare smells, and the singer's steps become strange as they are led deeper into this world. The sounds around them are tiny, perhaps indicating a distorted sense of reality.


The singer describes being in a place where titanium lips kiss and cover their skin, an image that is both sensual and violent. They are being crumpled by the flogging of a rending sensuality, suggesting that this experience is a painful one. The city the singer finds themselves in was created by its inhabitants, who have created Abraxas from ice and fire, a mythical being that symbolizes both creation and destruction. The inhabitants only believe what their eyes see, which may reflect a limited worldview.


The singer is sometimes sought out by the inhabitants of this mental city, but is lost in a million places within it. They seem to be searching for something, perhaps elusive or impossible to find. The trip becomes sad and hard as the piano notes sound like a poisonous fluid. The singer is lifted to a pyramidal nightmare that throws them down, revealing the reason why they are in this town and why they fell. The song provides an introspective look at the consequences of indulging in intense experiences, and how they can lead to a distorted sense of reality and a painful aftermath.


Line by Line Meaning

The archaic and heavy words
Words from a distant past, burdened with weight and age


From the stone age
From a time when humanity was primitive and crude


Drag and lead me, to a mental city
Pull me along to a world only existing in the mind


Metropolis with streets, of rare smells
A bustling city with unique and uncommon scents


Where my steps become strange
Where my movements are odd and unfamiliar


And sounds are tiny
And noises are muffled and faint


A place where titanium lips
An area where strong, unyielding mouths


Kiss and cover my skin
Embrace and encase my body


Crumpled by the flogging
Beaten down by the punishment


Of a rending sensuality
Of an intense and painful desire


A place where they created
A location where they fabricated


Abraxas from ice and fire
A being made of opposites, cold and hot


And they believe only what
And they trust solely in what


Their eyes see
Their vision observes


It's a glass ball viewing the future
It's a crystal ball that foretells events to come


Like a witch vomiting a nasty past
Like a sorceress spewing out an unpleasant history


And a wizard made of a lovely essence
And a magician created from beauty itself


Contaminates a wide and square mind
Pollutes a mind that is rigid and inflexible


Sometimes when they find me there
Occasionally when they locate me in that place


I'm present but in a million places lost
I'm physically there, but my thoughts and emotions are scattered


Looking for colossal forces to build
Searching for immense energies to construct


The everlasting tears
The tears that never cease


I have never dropped
That I have never shed


As the piano notes, sound like a poisonous fluid
As the piano notes, appear like a toxic substance


This trip becomes sad, and fucking hard
This experience becomes sorrowful and difficult


Now the dream is not a quiet walk
Now the fantasy is not a peaceful stroll


It is a pyramidal nightmare that lifts me
It is a nightmarishly structured vision that raises me up


To its zenith and throws me down
To its highest point and hurls me back down


Because this false reality shows me
Because this fabrication reveals to me


The reason I'm in this town
The explanation for why I find myself in this place


Because this false reality shows me
Because this fake world illustrates to me


The reason I fell
The cause of my descent




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