Lyric discussion by avava 

We are trapped by the life we aspire to; the life we aspire to traps others. To be healthier, we have to cage pigs to produce our insulin; billions of chicken eggs to produce our vaccines. I think Thom Yorke is quite aware of this - it resonates when you hear him say "all the unborn chicken voices in my head" during Paranoid Android.

As we get older we laugh at the naivete of youth and favour pragmatism, not idealism. We revile the desperation that comes with our failure to reach our previous ideals. We know we are failures - as we age, we idealize a "sensible" lifestyle and herald the "ability to laugh at weakness" - it's a shared joke among adults. We are all failures. We are so enervated by failure that we don't feel anymore. We just spout common-sense attitudes and lifestyle tips at each other in our old age.

There is a deep dissatisfaction that nobody will talk about as we head into old age and death - like a cat, tied to a stick, that's driven into frozen winter shit. Dying cold and alone and trying not to think about it.

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