Planck's Constant
Velvet Acid Christ Lyrics


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Fuck you, motherfucker
Rusty nails rip at my hands
Rolling down in my bed
Rip apart the vision that you see
With your eyes on tv
Red tear, into your face
Another dream of society's fate
Oh, we'll crawl up the corporate ladder
Together
Crushed in my only world
Push it over to the moon
A tiny vision of little children
Play along for fun
And prophets of gloom, rich
Time waits over, a book of the dead
Blood slid over, nothing to say
Vision in your brain, telling again
To kill us asleep, and you'll never see anything
But vanity on top of the world
And floating down, into the mess
Then you kiss your lovers fate
Into life you will fade
Oh, you will fade
Your war, broken prophets
Right across my floor
The canned vision
You can destroy
The very vision that brought you along
Rocket ships shoot at the moon
They fly up in the sky
The blood of apocalyptic gloom
Spreading all over
They won't make you see
Your shoes are made of snake skin
Your skin is like a little faint
Reminder of crushing your skull
Sit in a drunken state
Apathy glow, you will fake it
Won't you watch all them
He's all over you and you don't know why
You don't know why
Wasted
Relations of forty states and nations
Will crawl under your finger nail and get stuck
Wail thrill kill for the sake of maturity
Walk down the street at night
I feel a little scared inside
I pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off
'cause I'm bored
I wanna kill them all
'cause they make me sick




A last man's judgment trip
The population rescue

Overall Meaning

The song “Planck’s Constant” by Velvet Acid Christ is a song filled with anger and frustration. The lyrics convey a sense of being trapped within society, longing to escape from the monotony of everyday life. The beginning of the song starts with a profanity-laden line, which sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics. The first verse describes the physical pain the singer is feeling, as "rusty nails rip at my hands," but it isn't long until the second verse starts to describe emotional pain, as the singer realizes that it is society who has blinded them with the visions they see on television, ultimately leading to the destruction of their own dreams.


There is a hallucinatory quality to the lyrics; the singer describes a "tiny vision of little children play along for fun" and then suddenly adds, "and prophets of gloom, rich time waits over, a book of the dead." The confusion continues as they talk about rocket ships shooting at the moon, and the blood of apocalyptic gloom spreading all over. The bridge of the song describes a violent fantasy in which the singer pulls out a gun and shoots a cop because they're bored, further demonstrating the frustration and desperation felt by the singer. The final lines of the song describe an apocalyptic end to society, with the "population rescue" seemingly the only hope for a better future.


Overall, the song “Planck’s Constant” speaks to the feeling many people have of being trapped within society, longing for change, yet feeling powerless to make it happen. The lyrics express frustrations with everything from the media to the police, painting a picture of a society that has lost its way.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck you, motherfucker
Opening line expressing anger and aggression towards someone


Rusty nails rip at my hands
Physical description of personal pain and struggle


Rolling down in my bed
Depiction of despair and hopelessness


Rip apart the vision that you see
Command to criticize and question mainstream perspectives


With your eyes on tv
Criticism of societal obsession with media and entertainment


Red tear, into your face
Violent imagery representing suffering and anger


Another dream of society's fate
Negative view of society's future


Oh, we'll crawl up the corporate ladder
Ambition to climb the social and economic hierarchy


Together
Stated unity or co-dependency with like-minded individuals


Crushed in my only world
Feelings of isolation and overwhelmed by personal struggles


Push it over to the moon
An attempt to escape reality or personal problems


A tiny vision of little children
A reference to innocence and youth


Play along for fun
Implores people to engage in carefree activities


And prophets of gloom, rich
Criticism of wealthy people profiting off of misery and suffering


Time waits over, a book of the dead
Mortality and the inevitability of death


Blood slid over, nothing to say
Sensory description of violent or morbid events


Vision in your brain, telling again
Internal struggle with negative thoughts and mental illness


To kill us asleep, and you'll never see anything
Narrator speaking of the dangers of complacency and ignorance


But vanity on top of the world
The superficial nature of society's success and status symbols


And floating down, into the mess
The inevitability and consequences of societal collapse


Then you kiss your lovers fate
Acknowledgement of the cyclical nature of love and tragedy


Into life you will fade
Reminder of the fleeting nature of life and the inevitability of death


Your war, broken prophets
Criticism of religious leaders and their hypocrisy


Right across my floor
Sensory description of chaos and destruction


The canned vision
Criticism of pre-packaged or manufactured ideas and beliefs


You can destroy
Assurance that mainstream ideas can be challenged and dismantled


The very vision that brought you along
Warnings against the potential consequences of blindly following societal norms


Rocket ships shoot at the moon
An attempt to escape reality or personal problems


They fly up in the sky
Descriptive language of fantastical or idealistic imagery


The blood of apocalyptic gloom
Violent and morbid language describing a dystopian world


Spreading all over
Sensory description of destruction and chaos


They won't make you see
Acknowledgement of willful ignorance or lack of awareness


Your shoes are made of snake skin
Sensory description of exotic or dangerous materials


Your skin is like a little faint
Descriptive language of personal appearance and vulnerability


Reminder of crushing your skull
Confrontation of one's own mortality


Sit in a drunken state
Depiction of intoxication as a form of escapism


Apathy glow, you will fake it
Criticisms of inauthenticity and insincere behavior


Won't you watch all them
Pleading question demanding attention and curiosity


He's all over you and you don't know why
Warns against being taken advantage of by manipulative people


Wasted
Confrontation of addictive or destructive behavior


Relations of forty states and nations
Acknowledgement of the interconnectedness of global society


Will crawl under your finger nail and get stuck
Sensory language of creeping dread and anxiety


Wail thrill kill for the sake of maturity
An ironic challenge of traditional ideas of adulthood and maturity


Walk down the street at night
Depiction of urban unease and discomfort


I feel a little scared inside
Personal vulnerability and fear


I pull out a 9mm and blow a fucking cop's head off
Graphic, sensational language describing violence against law enforcement


'cause I'm bored
Ironic or flippant reasoning for violent behavior


I wanna kill them all
Cyclical hints of further violence and destruction


'cause they make me sick
Asserting one's own morality and sense of righteousness


A last man's judgment trip
Acknowledgement of a possible reckoning of one's actions and consequences


The population rescue
Descriptive language of apocalyptic events and the end of society as we know it




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Comments from YouTube:

skuzallen

love this song

Kevin Bennett

Mexican americans raised me for 8 years after dad died and they actually had furniture covered in plastic and a Velvet Acid Christ hanging on the living room wall so I thought that was funny since we are second Generation Pacifist Learyan children of Lysergia or Generation X....damn kick ass jam VAC. keep it up...

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