Salt on Everything
Sole Lyrics

Seven thousand day cough.
I have been coughing for a long time, my lungs feel like those of an old woman.

Of a racist race called man, I'm a word machine
Humanity is divided by racism and discrimination, I use words as a tool to express myself.

Without enough words to be composed or the worms to decompose.
I am struggling to find the right words to convey my message, and even if I die, my body won't decompose properly as if something is wrong with the world.

My old song body pretty for the showing. party women with painted faces
My body has aged, but still looks good for others to admire. Women wear makeup to fake their beauty for partying and materialism.

Only pretty for their lawyers, everything's illegal
These women are only beautiful to bribe their lawyers, everything is corrupt and illegal.

'Cause they're pretending to breathe.
These people are living a fake life, as if they are just pretending to exist.

Better to be sick in the head then sane in the city
It's preferable to be mentally unstable than to feel the emptiness of living in the city with all its flaws.

Like there's a difference or a reason to stay in the city.
It doesn't matter if you are insane or sane, there is really no reason to stay in the city with all its problems.

Sell the mob to the king, sleep with the dragon,
People are willing to sell their loyalty to the highest bidder, and risk everything for a little bit of pleasure and excitement.

Slay the princess, lay peaceful in the nothing nest.
People will even harm the most innocent for their own gain, and they will find some false sense of peace in their emptiness.

Laughing outside my opinion, permeates and lives forever.
Other people are laughing at my opinion, but it will always exist, and it will always be relevant.

The way people live to be remembered, then and only then
People live their lives to be remembered, and that's the only time they matter.

See me perfect, more perfect than the sidewalk,
They will only see me as perfect if I conform to their standards of perfection.

More expensive than my shoes, more meaningful then hidden messages.
The materialistic things I have are more important to them than any deeper meanings or messages I may have.

In a quite safe quiet walk
The only time I feel safe is when I am alone, walking in silence.

You forget your personality when they birth
When we are born, society erases our personality and molds us into what they want us to be.

In the after-birth, I still fake it like I'm naked.
Even after we are born and supposed to be ourselves, we still pretend and put on a mask to hide our true selves.

If you got the right sunglasses, I wrote this on cough drops
If you look at this situation with the right perspective, you will see that I am struggling with my health and using cough drops to ease my symptoms.

With the secret conveyer belt in the sidewalk
There is a hidden mechanism in our society that keeps us moving forward, even if we don't want to.

And the big laughing gaping drooling lipsticked up
People cover up their true selves with makeup and false smiles, laughing and drooling like they are brainless zombies.

And dressed like the lighter side of death.
Even though their appearance seems light and happy, they are really just walking towards their own death.

Neon eyes, cold to the touch and there's salt on (pssst).
The people around me have cold, unfeeling eyes, and there is a sense of emptiness and sorrow that is present at all times.

Melt me a princess thought like an open wound.
I want to have thoughts that are beautiful and pure, but it hurts me because these thoughts can never be realized.

To bleed to sleep, to plead to work, to heal no loyalty
I am suffering so much that I feel like I am bleeding myself dry. I have to work hard just to survive, and I feel no loyalty to anything.

To things that don't keep clean.
There are things in life that are unclean and unable to be purified, no matter how hard we try.

Weather my old tongue or old tone
Even if I grow old and change, my voice and style will remain the same.

To the man making all the new shadow puppets,
The people in power make illusions to deceive us, like shadow puppets.

I like your style more worthwhile then rubbish.
Even though I see through their illusions, I still appreciate their style and creativity.

A big break for bad taste acting like faith is a face,
There are people with bad taste pretending to have faith, as if it's just a superficial facade.

A dumpster man singing a dumpster song of redemption,
Even the most worthless of people can still have a chance at redemption, and they can even inspire others to do the same.

Share the broken note, it's the only note.
We can only share the limited knowledge that we have, even if it is incomplete or flawed.

People here got thick skin to hold the nothing in,
It takes a lot of emotional strength to cope with the emptiness and struggles of life, but we are able to push through and deal with it.

There's salt on everything. salt on everything. Salt on everything.
There is a sense of bitterness and sorrow in everything around us.

But I put it on nothing.
I choose to not let this bitterness and sorrow affect me, I am able to rise above it all.

Lick your merry lips off and hum it all in a bowling alley,
We try to distract ourselves from our problems by indulging in simple pleasures like going to a bowling alley and humming to ourselves.

Headaches and hogwash going on in my ears dizzy, dizzy infected of worry.
The constant noise and busyness of life gives me headaches and makes me feel worried and dizzy.

It's never my body, my friends, or my brain,
My problems and struggles are not caused by my physical body, my friends, or my intelligence.

Or my fault to be stranded in a utopian wonderland
It's not my fault that I am stuck in a so-called utopian society that is really just a facade of perfection.

For three minutes I could sit still and stare at the wall and let it (die).
I wish I could just sit and do nothing, let everything around me fade away.

This is my favorite mini-series, well-written, under-funded when it all dulls.
Life is like a TV show that I am forced to watch, sometimes it's well-written but eventually it all becomes dull and mundane.

Never decaffeinated dream and I love a big bleeding heart song we can all learn.
I want to continue dreaming and feeling alive, and I appreciate music that has deep meaning that we can all connect to.

Some days we almost feel alive and most days we forget to live.
Sometimes we have moments where we feel truly alive, but most days we just go through the motions without really living at all.

For some reason, that's all I can bring myself to say and
I don't know why, but I am limited in what I can express and say about the world around me.

You know what on everything, everything.
But one thing I know for sure is that there is a sense of bitterness and sorrow in everything around us.