To Vanish
Stray from the Path Lyrics


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We all heard it:
Your Collision with the sofa bed
that set off one hundred thousand car alarms.
There's nothing left.
There's nothing left of me.
You're withering away.
You're getting lost in your systematic extraction.
What once was clear, has now disappeared.
And you'll keep playing,
And I'll keep thinking:
'Hour by hour, hours spent.'
'Hour by hour, hours spent.'
'Hour by hour, hours spent.'





It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "To Vanish" by Stray from the Path is a heavy and powerful message about the effects of drug addiction on the individual and those around them. The first line describes a vivid scene of someone crashing onto a sofa bed and causing a disturbance that sets off car alarms in the middle of the night. This is a metaphorical representation of the impact of drug addiction on the person's life, causing them to lose control and create chaos in their surroundings.


The next line, "There's nothing left. There's nothing left of me," is a heartbreaking acknowledgment of the state of the addict, who has lost all sense of self and identity. The following line, "You're withering away. You're getting lost in your systematic extraction," further illustrates the destructive path of addiction and how it slowly eats away at the person's mental and physical health until there's nothing left.


The repetition of the line, "Hour by hour, hours spent," is a somber reflection on the passing of time and how addiction can consume a person's life, day by day. The final line, "It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better," is a poignant reminder that addiction is a disease that cannot be cured by a simple "kiss and make up" but requires long-term help and support.


Line by Line Meaning

We all heard it:
We are all familiar with the incident that occurred.


Your Collision with the sofa bed
Your sudden fall onto the sofa bed.


that set off one hundred thousand car alarms.
The impact was so huge that it made the car alarms go off.


There's nothing left.
There is no longer anything remaining.


There's nothing left of me.
There is nothing left of my identity or what I used to be.


You're withering away.
You are slowly deteriorating or losing your vitality.


You're getting lost in your systematic extraction.
You are getting lost in your structured routine or the process of removing something from your life.


What once was clear, has now disappeared.
What was once understandable or transparent is now gone or vanished.


And you'll keep playing,
You will continue with what you are doing or the same pattern of behavior.


And I'll keep thinking:
And I will keep contemplating or reflecting on your actions.


'Hour by hour, hours spent.'
You and I are both aware of how much time has been wasted or lost.


'Hour by hour, hours spent.'
The repetition of me thinking about the wasted time is emphasized.


'Hour by hour, hours spent.'
The same cycle of time wasted and contemplated over incessantly is highlighted.


It's the type of thing cannot be kissed and made better.
The negative impact of this situation cannot be easily fixed or made better with a simple gesture.




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Matt b

This is by far my favorite Stray album