Torn
the a.m. disintegrate Lyrics
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Am I cut too deep to lay claim to this land?
Perhaps I'm estranged, I'm too far pulled out
Left on the side with the weeds and the sand
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
What happens when severed
But I still grow up strong?
Where do my veins reach?
Where do I pull from
When I stand in a crowd?
Where is my common face
Is it masked in a shroud?
Are these peaks my mountains?
Is this water my stream?
Can I claim this rock
A stretch though it seems?
My bare feet to the earth
Who hears me call?
Who feels my heartbeat
When I'm alone and small?
Which family's ghosts
Will haunt me and play?
Which ancestor's spirits
Protect me and stay?
What is blood? What are lines?
Are cuts healed through time?
Am I accepted, am I enough?
Are these vines sutured with love?
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far uprooted
Sometimes I wonder can I lay claim to this land
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far pulled out
Sometimes I wonder if I'm left on the side
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
In "Torn," the a.m. disintegrate explores the themes of identity, belonging, and roots. The lyrics convey a sense of confusion and alienation as the singer questions their place in the world. They wonder if they are too disconnected from their roots to lay claim to their land and feel estranged from their surroundings. The imagery of being left on the side with weeds and sand suggests a feeling of being overlooked and cast aside.
The singer contemplates the effects of being severed, whether from their roots or from their family. Despite this disconnection, they still manage to grow strong, indicating resilience and a desire to find their place. They question where their veins reach and if they truly belong, feeling lost in a crowd and unsure of their true identity.
The lyrics also explore the idea of lineage and the significance of ancestors. The singer wonders which family's ghosts will haunt and play with them, and which ancestors' spirits will protect and stay with them. They ponder the meaning of bloodlines and whether time can heal wounds, both physical and emotional.
Overall, "Torn" delves into the internal struggle of feeling uprooted, disconnected, and uncertain about one's place and identity. It captures the longing for a sense of belonging and questioning the significance of heritage and lineage.
Line by Line Meaning
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far uprooted
At times, I ponder if I am disconnected from my roots and heritage.
Am I cut too deep to lay claim to this land?
Am I marked by my experiences in a way that makes me question my sense of belonging?
Perhaps I'm estranged, I'm too far pulled out
Maybe I feel distant and isolated, detached from my surroundings.
Left on the side with the weeds and the sand
Left to exist in the margins, surrounded by insignificance and uncertainty.
What happens when severed
What occurs when ties are broken and connections are severed?
But I still grow up strong?
Yet, I continue to develop and thrive despite the challenges.
Where do my veins reach?
To what extent do my roots extend and influence me?
Do I even belong?
Do I truly fit in and have a place within this community?
Where do I pull from
From where do I draw my strength and identity?
When I stand in a crowd?
When surrounded by others, where do I find my sense of self?
Where is my common face
In the sea of faces, where can I find familiarity and belonging?
Is it masked in a shroud?
Is my true identity obscured or hidden from view?
Are these peaks my mountains?
Do these challenges and obstacles in my life define and shape me?
Is this water my stream?
Does the flow of life and experiences directly connect to my existence?
Can I claim this rock
Do I have the right to claim a significant place or role in this world?
A stretch though it seems?
Even if it appears unlikely or uncertain?
My bare feet to the earth
My vulnerable and genuine connection with the world.
Who hears me call?
Who truly listens and understands my deepest desires and needs?
Who feels my heartbeat
Who empathizes with and comprehends the emotions and essence of my being?
When I'm alone and small?
During those moments of solitude and insignificance?
Which family's ghosts
Whose ancestral presence from my lineage?
Will haunt me and play?
Will linger in my thoughts and influence my actions?
Which ancestor's spirits
The ethereal essence of those who came before me?
Protect me and stay?
Offer me guidance, shield, and support through their legacy?
What is blood? What are lines?
What truly defines the bonds of family and heritage?
Are cuts healed through time?
Do wounds and divisions repair and reconcile over the passage of time?
Am I accepted, am I enough?
Am I embraced and valued for who I am, without needing to prove myself?
Are these vines sutured with love?
Do the connections and relationships I have bind me together with love and care?
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far uprooted
At times, I question if I have strayed too far from my origins and background.
Sometimes I wonder can I lay claim to this land
Occasionally, I contemplate if I have the right to claim my place in this world.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm too far pulled out
Sometimes, I question if I have distanced myself too much from my surroundings.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm left on the side
At times, I consider if I am overlooked or marginalized.
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Written by: Mariko Langan
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