Disasterology
Pierce The Veil Lyrics


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Alright
I laid down
And I drank the poison then I passed the fuck out
Now let me tell you 'bout the good life
I have a million different kinds of fun
When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination

If you come over tonight we can travel through time
We can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights
I have a million different girls that hide under my bed
And when I let them out they treat me right
Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist
You were screaming till the police came

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
(Fuck it!)

If it's the end of the world
If it's the end of the world
You and me should spend the rest of it in love

Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?
If every living thing dies alone
What am I doing here?




What am I doing here?
Oh, no

Overall Meaning

The song "Disasterology" by Pierce the Veil is a reflective piece on the complexities of life, death, and the human experience. The opening lines paint a picture of self-destructive behavior as the singer admits to drinking poison and passing out. However, the song quickly transitions to an exploration of the beauty and possibilities of life, particularly through fantasy and imagination. The chorus poses a thought-provoking question: can we create something beautiful and destroy it? This question seems to be a nod to the human tendency to self-sabotage and destroy the very things we love and cherish.


The second verse continues to explore the idea of imagination as a form of escapism. The singer invites someone over to "travel through time" and "sleep on the ceiling," highlighting the limitless possibilities of the mind. It's interesting to note that the singer also mentions "a million different girls" hiding under his bed, which could be a reference to the many different personas or parts of himself that he keeps hidden or suppressed. The line "Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist" suggests a disregard for self-harm as a coping mechanism.


The final verse brings the song full circle, returning to the themes of death and meaninglessness. The lines "If every living thing dies alone, what am I doing here?" give voice to the universal fear of insignificance and the search for purpose in life. The final lines, "If it's the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love," provide a glimmer of hope and the idea that perhaps, despite the chaos and uncertainty of life, love can provide a sense of meaning and purpose.


Line by Line Meaning

Alright
The singer is beginning his thoughts and speaking on a situation he experienced.


I laid down
The singer is referring to being in a prone state, likely from exhaustion or fatigue.


And I drank the poison then I passed the fuck out
The singer has behaved recklessly and gotten himself into a dangerous state. He implies that he has consumed a lethal amount of poison.


Now let me tell you 'bout the good life
The artist contrasts his dangerous state in the previous line by referring to his normally fun and exciting life.


I have a million different kinds of fun
The artist has many different ways of having fun and enjoys a very active lifestyle.


When I'm asleep and in a dream that I'm your only one
The singer references his dream world, hinting he wishes he were in a relationship with someone special, and that person is all he wants or needs.


Can we create something beautiful and destroy it?
The singer muses on the idea of creating beauty only to destroy it just for the thrill of it. He might be implying that he's prone to self-sabotaging his relationships.


Nobody knows I dream about it, this is my imagination
The artist is probably experiencing something vivid, but nobody is aware of it - this is strictly a product of imagination.


If you come over tonight we can travel through time
The artist invites someone (presumably a lover) to visit him, where they can have plenty of fun experiences.


We can sleep on the ceiling and creep under black lights
The artist describes some of the strange and wonderful things they can do together if the person visits. These all seem to be things that couldn't happen in the physical world.


I have a million different girls that hide under my bed
Idea of the million different girls highlights that the singer is currently (or was previously) a player who is/was in relationships with a lot of girls.


And when I let them out they treat me right
The artist implies he keeps these girls for pleasure and satisfaction, and he enjoys their company.


Oh what a waste of a perfectly good, clean wrist
Seems like a reference to self-harm or suicide, as the wrist is often a place where people hurt themselves. The singer seems to be bemoaning this situation as a real waste.


You were screaming till the police came
The singer's thoughts might be interjecting what someone might have been screaming for the police to come.


If it's the end of the world
The singer reflects on a sense of doom and a world that may be headed towards an unknown but negative outcome.


You and me should spend the rest of it in love
Despite the negative view for the future, the artist ends with a hopeful thought: him and someone else should spend time together and experience love before the end comes.


What am I doing here?
The artist seems introspective in these last lines, asking what his purpose or role is in this situation he's found himself in.


Oh, no
This could be a sign of disappointment or despair, or it may come from a character in the song who is feeling shock or disbelief in the events that just unfolded.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: TOM DENNEY, MICHAEL FUENTES, VICTOR VINCENT FUENTES

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