Die in Terror
The Residents Lyrics


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She said she wished to die in terror
Screaming in the night
To feel the crawling flesh of panic
As her hair turned white

She also had a pretty little
See-through negligee
I often wonder where she went
And if she got her way





Overall Meaning

The Residents' song "Die in Terror" is a haunting and disturbing exploration of one woman's dark desires. The opening lines find her speaking of a wish to die in terror, screaming in the night and feeling the crawling flesh of panic. It's unclear if this is a fantasy or if the woman is truly suicidal, but the lyrics bring to mind the intensity of fear and the way that it can drive people to extremes.


The second verse adds another layer of disturbing detail, with the mention of a "pretty little see-through negligee." This adds a sexual dimension to the woman's desire to die in terror, calling to mind the male gaze and the fetishization of female suffering. All of these elements combine to create a deeply unsettling song that's both thought-provoking and chilling.


Overall, "Die in Terror" is a powerful piece of art that forces listeners to confront uncomfortable truths about our culture's relationship to fear, death, and the female body.


Line by Line Meaning

She said she wished to die in terror
She expressed a desire to experience a frightening and horrifying death


Screaming in the night
Letting out loud cries of terror during the nighttime


To feel the crawling flesh of panic
To physically sense and experience the overwhelming dread and fear


As her hair turned white
A physical expression of the intense fear, causing her hair to turn gray or white


She also had a pretty little
She had an attractive see-through negligee


See-through negligee
A sheer, revealing nightgown


I often wonder where she went
I frequently ponder about her whereabouts and fate


And if she got her way
If she achieved her desire of dying a terrifying death




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