Cyclone
SecondShot Lyrics
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A dull commute
A shitty wage
The sun is shining but I don't think I'll be seeing it today
A track that runs a little short
An open argument of sorts
I know we're working but it seems like
Everybody missed their train
We're burning at both ends
We're looking for what's next
And not forward to anything
It's become a joke and I don't think I understand
Why there's no one laughing
We're all iterations of these walls
The roaming ghosts of every hall
A blanket of contentment
Has destroyed the memory from which we grew
You're next to walk the cyclone through
For whatever it's worth
I've been there too
So here we are again
The pages never end
The storybook is slamming shut
Eleven hour days
Justified and paid
Blazed a trail for anyone
Who stumbles on their way
Still so afraid to open these eyes
So we hang down our heads
And breathe one collective sigh
To show our hate for this joke
Since there's no one laughing
We're all iterations of these walls
The roaming ghosts of every hall
A blanket of contentment
Has destroyed the memory from which we grew
You're next to walk the cyclone through
In "Cyclone," SecondShot uses vivid metaphors and imagery to describe the mundanity and disillusionment of working life. The singer is stuck in middle management, with a dull routine and low pay, and can't even enjoy the sunshine because of the drudgery of the day. Everyone around them seems stuck, too, missing their trains and burning out from looking for the next thing. The repeated phrase "there's no one laughing" emphasizes the sense of isolation and frustration. The second verse introduces the idea that the workplace itself has become a kind of prison, with the workers becoming "iterations of these walls" and losing sight of where they came from. The cyclone in the final line is a metaphor for the constant churn and chaos of the working world, and the idea that someone else is always next in line to be consumed by it.
The song speaks to the universal experience of feeling trapped and frustrated by work, and the idea that there's something fundamentally oppressive about the way our society is structured around labor. At the same time, it hints at the possibility of breaking free from this cycle by acknowledging that the singer has been through it too, and that there may be others who stumble upon their own paths. The song is a poignant reminder of the importance of finding meaning and fulfillment beyond the confines of work, and of the need for systemic change that can break down these walls and offer more opportunities for people to live fulfilling lives.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm middle management in place
I hold a mediocre position in my workplace
A dull commute
My daily travel to work is tedious
A shitty wage
I earn a low salary
The sun is shining but I don't think I'll be seeing it today
Despite the beautiful weather, I feel stuck in my situation
A track that runs a little short
My career path doesn't seem promising
An open argument of sorts
There's an ongoing struggle that's not being addressed
I know we're working but it seems like Everybody missed their train
Despite everyone putting in effort, our work is not taking us anywhere
We're burning at both ends
We're overexerting ourselves in all aspects of life
We're looking for what's next
We're searching for something new to break free from our current situation
And not forward to anything
We're not optimistic about the future
It's become a joke and I don't think I understand Why there's no one laughing
Our efforts to improve are futile and it feels like we're the only ones aware of the situation
We're all iterations of these walls
We're all stuck in the same monotonous routine
The roaming ghosts of every hall
Our existence in this environment feels empty and soulless
A blanket of contentment Has destroyed the memory from which we grew
Our complacency has caused us to forget our original aspirations and goals
You're next to walk the cyclone through
Another person is about to experience this same cycle of stagnation
For whatever it's worth I've been there too
I can empathize with the struggles of others in this situation
The pages never end
The routine continues on without a clear end in sight
The storybook is slamming shut
Our lives feel predetermined and lacking in spontaneity
Eleven hour days
We're overworked and exhausted
Justified and paid
We're compensated for the time we put in, but it doesn't feel worth it
Blazed a trail for anyone Who stumbles on their way
Our struggles may serve as a lesson for others who face similar obstacles
Still so afraid to open these eyes
We're scared to confront the reality of our situation
So we hang down our heads
We feel defeated and powerless
And breathe one collective sigh
We share a sense of hopelessness in our situation
To show our hate for this joke Since there's no one laughing
We harbor resentment towards our circumstances since no one else seems to be struggling like we are
Contributed by Bella R. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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