Eyewash
Subtle Lyrics


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My bathroom remains the only place I'm ever naked
Smashing soap into my hands each morning
The shower throat all belching there behind me
Bloated with my shed skin riddance

One non restroom away my blinds clench up on the California sun
Setting fire to the dust and possible day pull on my apartment and I
A genuine fear of where all this sleeping leeds
Has Got you thinking this,
About what you would and wouldn't do to survive
You would not dig for a fresh wet wishbone in a still kicking chickens chest
You would not dissolve small slices of unraveled arm under your tongue
You'd maybe kill the power to your hand but that's about it
Really

You know
The razor for your face can not cut kids from your male animal abdomen
You were not born The moment your stomach was finished
Your one wing plucked eyes half filled
And wild yolk like so Sliced into a since

So I ask you
Have you ever really had a hand fall off
Or found your mailman in your home
Eating one of your new poems holding a knife to your bills

Half swallow the scream you can't cut
And still keep all the juice that opened up arm
By tightened the ropes of your digital watch

You will grow no ghost to leave this angst to
And This no ghost will wear no lockett for the safe keeping of your fear
To dangle like a heart
So it may always and forever hear the gulping throats
Of all your stoping drops of blood

Like this was something beautiful,
When compared to your red skeleton

Like you say You've asked nicely for your arm back
Except

Every time the sun leaves you alone on a far curve of the planet




You think you feel the whole slung 6lb's of your cartoon heart
And all its irons tugging drugs toward it

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of "Eyewash" by Subtle immediately set the tone for the song with a sense of isolation and vulnerability. The singer reveals that the only time they are naked is when they are in their bathroom. This intimacy with oneself is juxtaposed with the showerhead "belching" its contents behind them. The singer is aware of the shedding of their skin and the waste that accompanies everyday living. The next few lines describe the singer's apartment being heated by the sun, adding to the feelings of confinement and isolation.


The following lines of the song deal with the idea of survival and the singer's thoughts about what they would and wouldn't do in extreme situations. Although the thought of survival triggers fear in the singer, they also reveal that they would not do despicable things to survive like killing an animal in a gruesome way or eating human flesh. The singer does, however, consider cutting off their own hand as a means of survival. These admissions are a reminder of the singer's humanity and that even in moments of desperation, there are limits to oneself.


The final lines of "Eyewash" discuss the idea of fear and how it can never truly be overcome. The image of "gulping throats" creates an audible sense of fear as though there is always something lurking in the darkness ready to take us by surprise. The reference to the "red skeleton" is a metaphor for the fragility of the human condition. The final few lines reveal the singer's physical and emotional attachment to their own heart. They imagine feeling its weight and iron tugging drugs towards it, reminding the listener that even in our moments of fear and uncertainty, we must keep moving forward.


Line by Line Meaning

My bathroom remains the only place I'm ever naked
I only reveal my true self when I am in the privacy of my bathroom.


Smashing soap into my hands each morning
I go through the motions of cleansing myself every day, but the actions are empty.


The shower throat all belching there behind me
The showerhead is like a monstrous mouth, emitting a painful roar behind me.


Bloated with my shed skin riddance
The shower drain collects my discarded skin, like a bloated body swollen with disease.


One non restroom away my blinds clench up on the California sun
Just one room over from my bathroom, my blinds shield me from the harsh California sun.


Setting fire to the dust and possible day pull on my apartment and I
The bright light of the sun reminds me of the mundane, cyclical nature of my existence, and ignites an unspoken fear.


A genuine fear of where all this sleeping leeds
My subconscious worries about where my dreams will take me.


Has Got you thinking this,
This fear has led me to contemplate...


About what you would and wouldn't do to survive
What actions would I deem necessary for survival?


You would not dig for a fresh wet wishbone in a still kicking chickens chest
There are ethical lines I would not cross, even for survival.


You would not dissolve small slices of unraveled arm under your tongue
There are also physical boundaries I would not cross, even in dire circumstances.


You'd maybe kill the power to your hand but that's about it
The only real self-mutilation I can fathom is that which can be achieved through numbing the senses.


The razor for your face can not cut kids from your male animal abdomen
The tools I have for grooming myself are not capable of altering the fundamental traits of my biology.


You were not born The moment your stomach was finished
My existence is not solely defined by the completion of my physical development.


Your one wing plucked eyes half filled
I am incomplete, a distorted reflection of who I was meant to be.


And wild yolk like so Sliced into a since
My essence has been brutally fragmented and rearranged into a grotesque semblance of a cohesive whole.


So I ask you
As I grapple with these existential questions...


Have you ever really had a hand fall off
Have you experienced true loss, the kind that transforms you?


Or found your mailman in your home
Have you ever been caught off-guard by a sudden and unsettling change in your environment?


Eating one of your new poems holding a knife to your bills
Have you felt violated, your most intimate thoughts and creative expressions desecrated for someone else's gain?


Half swallow the scream you can't cut
Sometimes, the pain is so intense that even screaming cannot offer relief.


And still keep all the juice that opened up arm
I must maintain my emotional vulnerability, despite the pain it causes me.


By tightened the ropes of your digital watch
I try to distract myself from the pain by focusing on mundane tasks and routine habits.


You will grow no ghost to leave this angst to
There is no easy outlet for this inner turmoil and confusion.


And This no ghost will wear no lockett for the safe keeping of your fear
There is no way to contain or compartmentalize my fear.


To dangle like a heart
Instead, the fear lingers in my mind and heart like a weight too heavy to bear.


So it may always and forever hear the gulping throats
This fear consumes me, drowning out all other sounds and thoughts.


Of all your stoping drops of blood
It is a reminder of my own mortality, the constant flow of blood that connects me to all living things.


Like this was something beautiful,
Despite its dark and unsettling nature...


When compared to your red skeleton
...my fear pales in comparison to the truth of our physical existence.


Like you say You've asked nicely for your arm back
As if my fear and pain were physical limbs that could simply be returned to me...


Except
...except it is not that simple.


Every time the sun leaves you alone on a far curve of the planet
In those moments of solitude and darkness...


You think you feel the whole slung 6lb's of your cartoon heart
...I feel the immense weight of my emotions and struggles, amplified by the sense of being lost in the vastness of the universe.


And all its irons tugging drugs toward it
I feel like a puppet, pulled toward something larger and more ominous than myself.




Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: ALEXANDER WESLEY KORT, JORDAN DALRYMPLE, JEFFREY LOGAN, ADAM DRUCKER, DAX PIERSON, MARTON DOWERS

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