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[fallen angel head crashes dead out of control lost
memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out
toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted
playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons
represents the killing game
who taught the killing game
who taught the killing game
awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the
temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and
nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing
light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in
sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet
storms fury burned out killing time
who taught the killing game
time's taught the killing game herself
no I taught the killing game first
passing words distant pain remember trains of thought
collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp
cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
I taught the killing game first
I taught the killing game first
till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time
beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange
no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a
crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the
springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to
the jaws of death
I taught the killing game
I taught the killing game first
I taught I taught I taught the game first...first...first...
memories staircase twists darker rooms lit with left out
toys after playing men changes toys into tools twisted
playthings on the staircase fools whose weapons
represents the killing game
who taught the killing game
who taught the killing game
awaken eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping tapping at the
temple door locked inside scream inner scraping tooth and
nail nowhere to go quiet retraces forcing
light tears then pretend nothing blinds minds closed in
sanctuary closed in sanctuary padded walls not quiet
storms fury burned out killing time
who taught the killing game
time's taught the killing game herself
no I taught the killing game first
passing words distant pain remember trains of thought
collide no one view window pushing faces through sharp
cold glass poke bloody holes exposed
I taught the killing game first
I taught the killing game first
till at last you regret tortured animals wake up time
beckons death upon myself eyes travelled harden strange
no stronger feeling tempting motion slows to a
crawl places his weaponry and it's a trap let go the
springs snap shut gazes show sharper teeth giving in to
the jaws of death
I taught the killing game
I taught the killing game first
I taught I taught I taught the game first...first...first...
Lyrics submitted by iconnu
Track duration: 03:49
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*fools' weapons well presents the killing game
*dripping tap-tap temple door
*bitter scraping tooth and nail
*then pretend nothing, blinds-blinds closed in sanctuary
*shards cold glass
*tongue lash spewing red tortured animal
*places his own foot in its own trap
*crazy sharper teeth
it is desperately trying to assert to yourself and your demons that you're holding the 4 walls hostage and not the reverse.
there was a point in time where people would pop in like the Candyman to see if i was dead yet and then stir me up with more paranoia and other dirtier, more toxic "killing tools" for me to play with and then they'd come back at some other point to agitate me and observe me slowly killing myself very much to their entertainment.
totally like demonic agents sent from some other dimension to facilitate and sustain my suffering as they seemed to feed off it for their own nourishment.
"Who taught the killing game?
TIME's taught the killing game, herself
No... I taught the killing game first."
I sort of thought that in these lines he meant that our actions bring on consequences and affect our future. We can't put the blame on time or anybody else, because we decide our own fate.
but hey... what the fuuuk would i know///////\\\\\\\
"very well put..not just the meaning but the fact that other person is infact a complete dumbass.. "
Gee I wish I could be all clever like you guys. Impressive stuff. Unless the poster your insulting is the same age I was when I got into Skinny Puppy, around 14, in which case his analysis is probably not that dumb at all.
Maybe also consider that Skinny Puppy deliberately write their lyrics so as to be virtually impenetrable and... maybe there's a reason for that ? Like *maybe* since their songs deal with a sick world and authority gone wrong, it would be hippocritical to be telling people what to think on their albums. We can only thank our lucky stars that you two aren't similarly constrained.
I would also speculate that like many artists, Skinny Puppy intend the "meaning" of their work to be determined by the viewer/listener as an active participant in the creative process. You could also imagine their lyrics to be a kind of audible Inkblot test of personality - a person projects something of himself and his assumptions about the world into his interpretation.
I actually happen to agree with the interpretation you give but its not exactly unknown for a song or poem to be about more than one thing.
Check out interview archieves for the meanings to alot of SP songs... seems alot of the lyrics are either views on social issues or ogres personal life.
Although people should always find personal meanings to songs...... some of the ones people come up with for Skinny Puppy are so down right bizarre it scares me. People link them to free mansonry and serial killers it gets crazy