The Mercury Craze
Subtle Lyrics

When last we left him...
We return to our protagonist's story after a pause from the last time we visited him.

Our hero yes was recently diagnosed as being last haver
The main character has found out that he possesses the rarest known blood type.

Of a most unusual sort of blood.
The blood type that the singer has been diagnosed with is not a common type.

Quite surprised by the news himself,
The artist was not expecting to learn that he had a rare blood type.

(and still the genuinely unlucky man)
Despite his rare blood type, the artist sees himself as unlucky.

He now wields his one and only body bag
The singer now possesses the only blood pouch/bag of his unique blood type.

Of this, his now very rare blood.
Having this rare blood type now makes the singer special and in high demand.

And so, we find him seated not starved but smalled,
The artist is not hungry but rather overwhelmed or diminished in this situation.

Before a really rather serious spread...
The artist is seated in front of a grand and fancy feast.

His evening's eats have been copped and bequeathed
The food was paid for and gifted to the artist.

By the richest of rich who's only child is especially sick...
The wealthy host has a sick child who needs the rare blood type that the singer possesses.

Their fair scared parent eyes reading weak...
The host parents are shedding tears, as they are frightened for their child's life.

Yelling help across some 200 feet of set table
The host begs for help from the singer, who is sitting far away from them at the table.

Yours far full of edge... perfectly still like straight teeth
The singer appears calm and collected, not showing any fear or distress.

It seems so few would know just what to do as the new and improved lucky you,
Not everyone would know how to handle being in the singer's position of possessing such rare blood.

To be courted and prized as someone else's very own personal blood mine.
The artist's rare blood type makes him valuable and garnering attention from others who desire to have his blood just for themselves.

I mean...What if your o-so unique blood... then became the latest craze...
The artist wonders what would happen if his rare blood type becomes a trend or becomes highly sought after.

Would the dear disparate world not get the wrong/right idea,
The singer questions the perception and implications of his rare blood type becoming popular or famous.

You...now owning all your ever so happening blood...
If the singer's blood type were to become the latest trend, he would be the sole owner of his own 'fashionable' blood.

You...sole proprietor of all that priceless red wet...
The artist would be the only one in the world who would have his rare blood type, making it priceless.

What if...What if your blood were then all the rage...
The artist continues to contemplate what would happen if his rare blood type were to become a highly sought-after trend.

What then...What if your blood weren't you...
The artist ponders the possibility that his blood type could be his defining feature, overshadowing his personhood.

What would you give...
The singer considers what he would sacrifice to maintain his identity as a unique individual, apart from his rare blood type.

In order to get your hands...
The artist thinks about what he would need to do to retrieve his own unique blood type from another person.

On the latest most luxurious blood...
The singer considers the possibility of a new or more luxurious type of blood being available for consumption.

To have yours flushed completely...
The singer entertains the idea of eradicating his own blood and replacing it with the newer or more luxurious blood type.

And replaced with that of a nice bright white...
The singer suggests being able to change his old blood to a new type, that resembles a pure or virginal blood.

College boy or very viral multi-millionaire widow...
The artist lists the types of people who could possess the newer, luxurious blood type he desires.

Would you later pay extra...
The artist considers the possibility of paying more money for his original blood type to be retrieved, if desired.

For your old red tide to be glassed,
The singer wants his original blood type to be stored in a special vial or container, like glass.

Sat down, room warm beside your occupied hospital bed.
The singer wants to have his original blood type beside him, stored in a warm room while he is in the hospital.

So that when you were well ,
The artist plans to retrieve his original blood type once he has recovered from his ailments.

And in your right mind of redwets
Once the artist has gotten his bearings, he expects to return to normal and become stable again.

And new whites. You just might
The artist contemplates spilling his original blood type despite his desire to retrieve it in the end.

Indeed, spill your own & old blood.
The singer might intentionally spill his original blood type despite wanting to retrieve it, implying a sense of unpredictability.

Can't you hear your mercury just
The artist is excited and anxious about the possibility of his rare blood type becoming famous or a trend.

Ringing with the jingles already...
The singer can sense the excitement and anticipation that comes with his new-found blood type fame.

Is there a terrible time to your life that never seems to let up...
The singer questions whether there are times in life that are consistently difficult and problematic.

Is it a terrible time of the great nothing much...
The singer posits the possibility of a period of meaninglessness or boredom in one's life.

What say you leave your past life's luck in the dust...
The artist suggests that one should abandon past circumstances and focus on better opportunities in life.

And let the miracle most of modern day at your blood...
The artist believes that one should embrace modern-day opportunities to utilize one's unique features or qualities, like his rare blood type.