Clean
Rorschach Test Lyrics

Clean - to walk the earth unblemished,
To exist without any flaws or imperfections, and to be free of any untoward experiences or events.

To stand before God and wear white
To be pure and untainted in the eyes of God, and to flaunt that purity by wearing white clothes.

Dreams - unreachable and bitter
The unattainable fantasies of a normal life that have turned into a source of sadness and disappointment.

The fantasies of normal life
The idealistic ideas and expectations of what life should be like that have never been fulfilled or realized.

I once embraced dissolve and seem so Far away
The previous open and welcoming attitude towards life is now slowly disappearing and the dreams of a normal life seem highly unattainable.

Don't touch me, I'm unclean...
A plea to stay away from the singer as they consider themselves impure and not fit for contact with others.

Bleed and wash me in your fountain
To wash away the sins and impurities by immersing in a pure fountain and shedding the corrupt blood.

The leopard never licks away his spots
The idea that one's inherent nature and characteristics aren't easily changed, like how a leopard's spots don't disappear by merely licking them.

Scream for anyone who knows the way
A figurative cry for help to anyone who can lead the artist to a place of sanity and normalcy.

To get back to a place that's sane
A yearning to return to a state of stability and rationality, where everything is in its place and makes sense.

It seems so out of focus and so Far away
The path to get back to a place of mental order and peace appears blurry and indistinct, and eventually seems nearly impossible.

I used to say the words each day
The artist would recite certain words repeatedly to ward off negative thoughts or situations.

To keep the demons on the outside,
The words were spoken to keep negative thoughts and emotions at bay and prevent them from affecting the singer's mental state.

But now my mind is a four-lane freeway
A metaphor for a mind that is always racing and full of thoughts, with no rest or stillness.

And it's rush hour all the time
The mind's constant state of overstimulation and activity is like a never-ending rush hour with no chance for respite.

Morning comes like my worst enemy,
The arrival of morning is an unwelcome intrusion that brings nothing but negativity.

Unexpected, dressed to kill
Morning arrives unexpectedly like an attacker, ready to harm.

Sunshine holds me down upon the ground
The bright sunlight feels oppressive and keeps the singer anchored to a single spot, unable to move or take action.

And strips me of my will
The sunlight saps the singer's strength and energy, making them powerless to do anything.

Birdsong becomes a nightmare orchestra,
The twittering of birds sounds like a cacophony of discordant sounds that add to the artist's negative feelings.

Announcing all my sins
The birds' chirping feels accusatory and constantly reminds the artist of their failings and flaws.

Freight trains and submarines push through my brain
The artist's mind is overrun with intrusive, disruptive thoughts like trains and submarines that steamroll through their consciousness.

And blood until it thins
The friction and pressure caused by the invading thoughts feels like the singer's blood is being thinned or diluted.

And it all seems worth it
Despite the hardships, the artist feels justified in their choices and actions.

When I'm underneath the fog and lights
The singer feels most at ease when they're immersed in a haze of artificiality and vibrancy.

And appetites of everyone
The singer feels comforted by the notion that others also have their weaknesses and guilty pleasures.

Who's just like me, unable to be clean
The collective group of people who are also flawed and imperfect, like the singer, are unable to shake off their impurities.