Bug Aware
Pears Lyrics


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Bear witness up, the filth collects beneath your nails, flickering stale cigarettes.
I know I'm a fucking bug caught in flypaper on the wall.
Condemmed to watch, eyelids ripped off, self-impostition, shrieking from the margins "
I Exist!" but I'm less and less sure, tormentor undeterred.
Cold shoulders burn, frequent enduring turns, humor and sharing weight, I beg for a hatch escape.
No god, no hope.




Overall Meaning

In Pears's song "Bug Aware," the lyrics paint a picture of a person feeling trapped and helpless in their life. The opening line speaks to the idea of the person being burdened by the grime of their existence - the dirt beneath their nails and the lingering scent of cigarettes. The simile of a bug caught in flypaper on the wall adds to the sense of entrapment, with the person feeling unable to escape their current situation or circumstances.


The following lines delve deeper into this feeling of helplessness, with the person describing themselves as being "condemned to watch" and having their "eyelids ripped off" - suggesting that they are being forced to witness their own struggles without any respite. They express the frustration of feeling like they are constantly shouting "I exist!" from the margins, yet still feeling unheard or unnoticed. The tormentor mentioned towards the end of the verse could be interpreted as an external force causing the person's suffering, or perhaps a manifestation of their own negative self-talk.


Line by Line Meaning

Bear witness up, the filth collects beneath your nails, flickering stale cigarettes.
Take notice of the dirt that accumulates under your nails, and the flickering of your stale cigarettes.


I know I'm a fucking bug caught in flypaper on the wall.
I feel trapped like a bug caught in flypaper on the wall.


Condemmed to watch, eyelids ripped off, self-impostition, shrieking from the margins "I Exist!" but I'm less and less sure, tormentor undeterred.
Forced to witness, with no way to avoid, I scream 'I Exist!' from the margins but doubt myself more and more, while my tormentor remains unfazed.


Cold shoulders burn, frequent enduring turns, humor and sharing weight, I beg for a hatch escape.
I feel rejected and ignored, repeatedly enduring the pain, trying to cope with humor and sharing the load, but ultimately begging for a way out.


No god, no hope.
I have lost all faith and hope.




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