"Looking for answers I'm told won't come"
One of my favourite things about being in the studio is the happy accidents that seem to constantly permeate my time there. Due to the ham-fisted way I play bass, I would inadvertently create a "clanging" sound when muting the strings with my right hand. I really liked the way it sounded, so I ended up hitting a Calor gas canister with a drumstick and putting it in the track. See if you can guess where it ended up! Hint: it's not subtle.
Lyrically, it's about everything mounting up around you, trying to shove you down into the dirt. Eventually, you hit a breaking point. It's up to you whether you crumble like a piece of wet cake, or stand up and say "enough is enough".
How come I always end up here?
How come it always ends in tears?
I’m looking for answers I’m told won’t come
Well lucky me, I found one
What can I do to make you seem like you care?
Now that I think about it, I don’t need you there
Why should I bother with it? These things don’t change
I’m glad I could keep you so well entertained