Sand and Wax
ThouShaltNot Lyrics


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When I'm soaring free as a pig
When I decide to build again like a mountain's eye
The graphic on your palette twist
Distort like someone else's sky
Placing of a bone resulting
Fracture push your brows in deep
Leave behind the residue
In purest form of freebased sleep

Gasoline tugs at the feet
Of men with sand and wax for bile
Thick it dries and blocks the path
Of air not free but standing trial

Planted spike into a wall
And boots now fill the hole I made
Climbing upward just to see
The freakish feast and dead parade

All the steps down stair and road
Illuminate reality
But what they do not know
Is what they cannot hide from you and me
A needle opens skin but keep on
Pushing to an exit wound
Severing muscle drop and fall
To floor of sound haphazard tuned
It boils flesh in vapor form
And rises to the cramping ceiling
There condenses wait to rain
On shell of broken heartfelt feelings

Nature of inaction has been
Spurning forth this waste of life
The aiming low precipitation




Eats away so ruthlessly
And slays with twisted knife

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to ThouShaltNot's song Sand and Wax are dense and multi-layered, with several metaphorical images that come together to create a dark and haunting meditation on the human experience. The opening lines, "When I'm soaring free as a pig/When I decide to build again like a mountain's eye," suggest a sense of liberation and creative freedom that is contrasted with the darker imagery that follows. The "graphic on your palette" that "twists" and "distorts" like "someone else's sky" speaks to the idea of individual perception and subjectivity, and how each of us constructs our own understanding of the world around us.


The metaphor of "gasoline" tugging at the feet of "men with sand and wax for bile" is particularly striking, as it suggests a sense of being trapped and suffocated by one's own sense of bitterness or resentment. The image of the thick gasoline drying and blocking the path of "air not free but standing trial" suggests a sense of being trapped or confined, unable to move forward or breathe freely without overcoming some kind of obstacle. The final lines of the verse, "Planted spike into a wall/And boots now fill the hole I made/Climbing upward just to see/The freakish feast and dead parade," suggest a kind of grotesque fascination with suffering, and a sense of having to create one's own path upwards, even if it means piercing through barriers or obstacles.


The second verse continues this theme, with the image of a "needle" opening skin and creating an "exit wound" suggesting a sense of pain and violence. The lines "It boils flesh in vapor form/And rises to the cramping ceiling/There condenses wait to rain/On shell of broken heartfelt feelings" suggest a sense of intense emotional discomfort or trauma, and the idea of something being "freebased" suggests a sense of addiction or self-destructive behavior. In the final lines, "The aiming low precipitation/Eats away so ruthlessly/And slays with twisted knife," we are left with a sense of despair and hopelessness, as though the world is actively working against us and there is no way to escape its cruelty.


Line by Line Meaning

When I'm soaring free as a pig
When I am carefree and unencumbered


When I decide to build again like a mountain's eye
When I choose to start anew with a clear vision


The graphic on your palette twist
The image you create is distorted


Distort like someone else's sky
It is twisted and not true to itself


Placing of a bone resulting
A fracture caused by a misplaced bone


Fracture push your brows in deep
The pain of the fracture is intense


Leave behind the residue
There is a remnant remaining


In purest form of freebased sleep
In a state of intense relaxation


Gasoline tugs at the feet
Gasoline clings to those who handle it


Of men with sand and wax for bile
Those who are filled with bitterness and resentment


Thick it dries and blocks the path
It becomes hard and obstructs movement


Of air not free but standing trial
Of thoughts and ideas that are not free but judged


Planted spike into a wall
Having made an impact but with no progress


And boots now fill the hole I made
The space I created is now occupied


Climbing upward just to see
Striving for progress in spite of obstacles


The freakish feast and dead parade
The spectacle of destruction and death


All the steps down stair and road
All the paths we take in life


Illuminate reality
Shine a light on the truth


But what they do not know
But what they fail to realize


Is what they cannot hide from you and me
The truth that we both understand


A needle opens skin but keep on
A painful process that must be endured


Pushing to an exit wound
Leading to a new beginning


Severing muscle drop and fall
Cutting away something vital and losing strength


To floor of sound haphazard tuned
Falling into disarray and confusion


It boils flesh in vapor form
Burning and destroying physical matter


And rises to the cramping ceiling
And fills the confined space


There condenses wait to rain
There it becomes heavy and prepares to fall


On shell of broken heartfelt feelings
On the remains of emotional pain


Nature of inaction has been
The result of not taking action has been


Spurning forth this waste of life
Creating this meaningless existence


The aiming low precipitation
The lack of ambition and effort


Eats away so ruthlessly
Destroys completely and mercilessly


And slays with twisted knife
Kills with a cruel and distorted blade




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