Drowning
death.by.design Lyrics
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Up for three days
Up for three days
Down under ground for six more
Incisions cannot penetrate my feet
Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
Hands held together with unwanted skin
You, in houses of mud
You, in gutter sleep-love
You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves
You, dressing daughters and sons
Like you - I am broken and fragile
Like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time
Like you - I am feeding on slumber
Like you - I've left my eyes far behind me
Down for the count I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning
The eighth day
Sleep, the eighth day
Clawed my way back to the first
No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes
Weeping, prying, struggling blindly
There's no sanity standing me back on my feet
I'm in an empty room
I'm burning books from you
I'm lost in bed with you
Breaking these mirrors to end all I've seen
Like you - I am broken and fragile
Like you - I am tasting my heart for the first time
Like you - I am feeding on slumber
Like you - I've left my eyes far behind me
Down for the count I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning
I'm still drowning
The song "Drowning" by death.by.design delves deep into the experience of being lost, broken, and drowning in one's own emotions. The repetition of "Up for three days, down underground for six more" depicts the cyclical nature of addiction, where one can never fully escape the pull of their own vices. The line "incisions cannot penetrate my feet" suggests that the singer is so numbed by their own pain that they cannot feel any more pain inflicted on them. The next line, "tripping, gliding, falling numbly" reinforces the sense of detachment and lack of control that comes with addiction.
The second verse shifts focus to the problem of poverty and the struggle to survive. The lines "You, in houses of mud/You, in gutter sleep-love/You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves/You dressing daughters and sons" suggest that the singer is recognizing the similarity in their own brokenness with that of others living in poverty. The repetition of "Like you, I am" emphasizes this connection and a common struggle for survival.
The final verse shows the singer's desperate attempt to escape their own pain and trauma. The line "I'm burning books from you" suggests a conscious effort to forget and move on from painful memories, while "breaking these mirrors to end all I've seen" implies a desire to break free from the cycle of self-destructive behavior. However, the final line "I'm still drowning" shows that even with these attempts at escape, the singer is still trapped in their own pain and struggling to keep their head above water.
Line by Line Meaning
Up for three days
I've been awake for three consecutive days
Up for three days
I've been awake for three consecutive days
Down under ground for six more
I've been underground for six more days
Incisions cannot penetrate my feet
My feet are so numb that surgical cuts cannot even penetrate them
Tripping, gliding, falling numbly
I'm stumbling, gliding and falling due to my numbness
Hands held together with unwanted skin
My hands are held together by unwanted, flaky skin
Ripping, hiding calling dumbly
I'm ripping skin, trying to hide and calling out helplessly
You, in houses of mud
You live in houses made of mud
You, in gutter sleep-love
You sleep and love in the gutters
You, born to slaughter-swathed gloves
You were born to be slaughtered, wearing gloves to avoid getting dirty
You dressing daughters and sons
You dress up your daughters and sons
Like you, I am broken and fragile
I, too, am broken and fragile, just like you
Like you, I am tasting my heart for the first time
I'm experiencing my own emotions for the first time, just like you
Like you, I am feeding on slumber
I'm sleeping excessively due to my numbness, just like you
Like you, I've left my eyes far behind me
I'm numb and disconnected, just like you
Down for the count I'm still drowning
I'm overwhelmed and drowning, even when I'm down for the count
I'm still drowning
I'm still overwhelmed and drowning
The eighth day
On the eighth day
Sleep, the eighth day
I finally get to sleep on the eighth day
Clawed my way back to the first
I return to where I started, using all my strength to do so
No gentle fingers collapse on my eyes
I have no one to comfort me or calm me down
Weeping, prying, struggling blindly
I'm crying, prying, struggling blindly through my emotions
There's no sanity standing me back on my feet
There's no sanity that can pull me back together
I'm in an empty room
I'm alone in an empty room
I'm burning books from you
I'm destroying things that remind me of you
I'm lost in bed with you
I'm lost in thoughts of you while lying in bed
Breaking these mirrors to end all I've seen
I'm breaking mirrors to destroy all that I have seen
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@finldavi
Interesting album. Thanks.
@davidegatti4689
from min 21.00 is something beyond us😊