Apt. A
cLOUDDEAD Lyrics

Empty things...
The beginning of the song sets a mysterious and vague tone, perhaps suggesting a sense of emptiness or longing that will be explored throughout the lyrics.

She's calling, she's calling me tonight, From just inside my lips and I'll write her.
The singer is being called to write, with inspiration coming from within himself, possibly from his own inner emotions or experiences with love and relationships.

Betterment of the world through wish, Wish I'd fall off, growing distant. I'll write her, And pull my face fresh from the waxy palms it's kept soft in.
The writer wishes for change and progress in the world, but also desires to distance himself from it. He will write to his muse and emerge from his comfort zone to create new work.

There's something to the fading of faith. My whole childhood was the broken guitar And my sister's silly yellow blanket.
The loss of faith is a theme explored in this section, with the artist reminiscing about his childhood and how simple and innocent things used to be.

Now I carry slender and sexy curved sledge hammers To break the bricks I bought. I should have never went to college, But took a trip to costa rica to cut rainforests to choke myself.
The author regrets his choices and actions, both in terms of education and travel. His use of violent imagery suggests self-loathing or frustration with his own life.

Making up miss bobafetet as I go along, And rejecting the truths that i've been served.
The writer creates a fictional character in his mind and rejects societal expectations and norms.

Fool in... Besides, tuition for my countenance Pressed fine in reverse block, style print, A product of cave drawings gone automated With these loafers and a check book, Twisted tightly into, into... I know, A stiletto.
The singer's identity is tied up in his appearance and education. He references his outfit and expensive shoes as evidence of being a product of society's norms and expectations.

Do you know how many times I've thought about writing about the paper I'm writing on? I lost my liquid tongue for the wet pen. I have one mortal wish. I don't even know where I've been...
The writer is struggling with writer's block and a lack of creative inspiration. He feels lost and disconnected from his inner self, and has one simple wish to be fulfilled.

In the basement, hugging the gas main. Something's been left out of this game. God, did you remember to render everything? I've seen 1078 sundays and seven borders where the liquid meets land. I've even seen stars, now where the fuck (now where the fuck) Is anti-emptiness? (is anti-emptiness)
The author reflects on his experiences and wonders about the meaning of life and the universe. He is searching for purpose and meaning in his existence, and seems frustrated by the lack of answers.

I'm leaking into stoned and severed existence. I've been consumed by my own breath. Change of face, shapeless, personality switch, transformation, So impersonation of self leads crowds in twos to disintegration. Who's in the basement choking a puppet on the pedestal?
The writer feels disconnected from himself and his surroundings. He is struggling with identity and personal growth, feeling lost and fragmented. The final line introduces a surreal image of a mysterious figure choking a puppet, perhaps representing the writer's own feelings of manipulation and fakeness.

Let a stool pigeon escort those who contort three doors down Into the left door on the right hand side. My hand slides into pockets, pull sockets of lead penalty. Orbs of red energy, Entering the orbit of the morbid Northern and southern hemispheres of play caps. Place time bombs and rose stems on your axle. Clear case. hole in faded ozone layer of doom, Sphere of babylon shield, Towering above gravity, Taking up space in a residence of stars.
This section contains a series of surreal images and descriptions that defy interpretation. It is possible that the writer is simply experimenting with abstract imagery that suggests themes of chaos, destruction and power.

A touching story of ungrateful velcro skulled boy, Wth his tored-off face, And the life-sized sacked marionette He'd thought looked an awful lot like him, With his time told and mildewed baby clothes of a business man. Jerk, wackoff slumped, and he's tired, sick with bad posturing. One can't hold in. oh hell, there's a king of jungle in him yet. Give our young lad middle of america's valise, But spare the gauze, he's losing poet by the gallon. glory, glory, Bottom of the quicksand's gonna give him a whole lot less to think about, Than change that steel trap perspective would perhaps...
The writer paints a vivid image of a young boy who has grown disillusioned with life and himself. The boy is tired and defeated, but there are hints of hope and resilience within him. The last line suggests that perhaps the boy should change his perspective in order to overcome his problems.

I ain't a scared no more, to make a' the difference, Stolen heart, and a whole wide world to blame. I've been living in a record skipped filmstrip.
The writer has found a newfound sense of courage and determination. He is taking responsibility for his own life, but also recognizes his own limitations and shortcomings. The image of a 'record skipped filmstrip' suggests a feeling of repetition or stagnation in his life.

I'm falling off the side of the boat and when I hit water, I'm falling off the side of the boat. I fall asleep hoping tomorrow tastes like poems and honeysuckle. I move slow 'cause the sky looks bluer when you fuck the order of the day Or the way the shelves were meant to fit. I wish i had a pair of stilts to wear While I play the flute in some light-traffic hallway in my old high school. But these are only threats to the seated self. Maybe spain is the open-faced smile From some life I saw in a movie, and always thought I'd live.
The final part of the song is a surreal meditation on life and existence, with the writer imagining different scenarios and possibilities for himself. The references to poems and honeysuckle suggest a yearning for beauty and simplicity in life, while the surreal image of playing the flute in a high school hallway suggests a longing for a simpler time. Overall, the song is a poignant exploration of the human experience and the search for meaning and purpose in life.