I agree with whoever said this song was about coming to terms with the fact that you are flawed and that everyone else is too. And I think it might be about some other things too. Here's my shot at an interpretation.
Bones in the water and dust in my lungs
Absorbing archaic like a sponge
I think this is just an opening reference to the frailness of human life. Everybody has something like this happen to them eventually. We die.
The ultimate way is the way you control
But can you stay if you detach your soul?
He's talking now about the different ways of life people have and the ways we all deal with it. The second line dares to say that you could detach yourself from the world, but in the grand scheme of things...is that really safe? Or the right thing to do?
Bury the present and squeeze out the past
The ones you endear to never last
Chemical burns and the animalistic
I'm just another hardline pseudo-statistic
He's saying that we have to forget our past mistakes and forget our present situations, because the ones we love won't even be there in the end. Eventually we will be forced to let go of everything. He also realizes that in the grand scheme of things he is only another stat in the status quo, doing exactly as his experiences have taught him, like everyone else. Just a victim to influence.
Can you feel this?
I'm dying to feel this
Can you feel this?
He wants to feel the meaning behind it all. Why we are all here and so insignificant and flawed
Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth
Trying to commit to what's beneath
Maybe he's referring to human nature. To Kill and eat and survive? Although the second line could mean a lot of things. Maybe trying to commit to another view of life?
To find the time is to lose the momentum
You learn the lessons and immediately forget them
Automatic and out of my reach
Consult all the waste to find the key
This part sounds like he's saying that even if we try to unravel all the meaning and lessons behind life, we'll never group it all together. It's just out of his reach. The "key" to life is out of reach.
Minimal life and the polysyllabic
I'm just another blank page - push the button, pull the rage
He's just another page in the story of humanity. Insignificant and minimal. It's upsetting
Can you feel this?
I'm dying to feel this
Can you feel this?
I am all, but what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control, but I comply
Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces
I'm uneven
This is talking about all the people in the world that will say and think that they are better than him. And he's fed up with the thought of it. Even though he knows he has his own free will to make of life what he wants of it, he's still just complying with his experiences like everyone else. But he doesn't want to be this and declares his uneveness from the crowd.
I am the damaged one
All my life and the damage done
Can you feel this?
I'm dying to feel this
Can you feel this?
I am all, but what am I?
Another number that isn't equal to any of you
I control, but I comply
Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces
I'm uneven
I agree with whoever said this song was about coming to terms with the fact that you are flawed and that everyone else is too. And I think it might be about some other things too. Here's my shot at an interpretation.
Bones in the water and dust in my lungs Absorbing archaic like a sponge
I think this is just an opening reference to the frailness of human life. Everybody has something like this happen to them eventually. We die.
The ultimate way is the way you control But can you stay if you detach your soul?
He's talking now about the different ways of life people have and the ways we all deal with it. The second line dares to say that you could detach yourself from the world, but in the grand scheme of things...is that really safe? Or the right thing to do?
Bury the present and squeeze out the past The ones you endear to never last Chemical burns and the animalistic I'm just another hardline pseudo-statistic
He's saying that we have to forget our past mistakes and forget our present situations, because the ones we love won't even be there in the end. Eventually we will be forced to let go of everything. He also realizes that in the grand scheme of things he is only another stat in the status quo, doing exactly as his experiences have taught him, like everyone else. Just a victim to influence.
Can you feel this? I'm dying to feel this Can you feel this?
He wants to feel the meaning behind it all. Why we are all here and so insignificant and flawed
Blood on the paper and skin on my teeth Trying to commit to what's beneath
Maybe he's referring to human nature. To Kill and eat and survive? Although the second line could mean a lot of things. Maybe trying to commit to another view of life?
To find the time is to lose the momentum You learn the lessons and immediately forget them Automatic and out of my reach Consult all the waste to find the key
This part sounds like he's saying that even if we try to unravel all the meaning and lessons behind life, we'll never group it all together. It's just out of his reach. The "key" to life is out of reach.
Minimal life and the polysyllabic I'm just another blank page - push the button, pull the rage
He's just another page in the story of humanity. Insignificant and minimal. It's upsetting
Can you feel this? I'm dying to feel this Can you feel this?
I am all, but what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control, but I comply Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces I'm uneven
This is talking about all the people in the world that will say and think that they are better than him. And he's fed up with the thought of it. Even though he knows he has his own free will to make of life what he wants of it, he's still just complying with his experiences like everyone else. But he doesn't want to be this and declares his uneveness from the crowd.
I am the damaged one All my life and the damage done
Can you feel this? I'm dying to feel this Can you feel this?
I am all, but what am I? Another number that isn't equal to any of you I control, but I comply Pick me apart, then pick up the pieces I'm uneven