{"id":1792,"date":"2008-05-22T17:15:00","date_gmt":"2008-05-22T17:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aderack.com\/journal\/2008\/05\/with-teeth\/"},"modified":"2010-03-24T15:13:46","modified_gmt":"2010-03-24T15:13:46","slug":"with-teeth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aderack.com\/journal\/2008\/05\/with-teeth\/","title":{"rendered":"With Teeth"},"content":{"rendered":"

It’s not the most popular of his albums, but lately I’m finding that I enjoy it the best of the bunch. Though, uh. Taking a closer look at the lyrics… well, it’s interesting that this would be the case.<\/p>\n

As grasping and inelegant as Trent Reznor usually is, somehow there’s usually a parallel between what he’s going through and where I am in my own life. Which may explain why I have such trouble listening to his stuff that came out when I was in high school. Anyway, there’s a sincerity that makes up for the clumsiness. And he is getting better at expressing himself.<\/p>\n

Note that “The Hand that Feeds” is about George Bush, and as such it’s… a little out-of-place.<\/p>\n


\nAll The Love In The World<\/strong><\/p>\n

Watching all the insects march along
\nSeem to know just right where they belong
\nSmears of face reflecting in the chrome
\nHiding in the crowd I’m all alone<\/p>\n

No one’s heard a single word I’ve said
\nThey don’t sound as good outside my head
\nIt looks as though the past is here to stay
\nI’ve become a million miles a…<\/p>\n

Why do you get all the love in the world?<\/p>\n

All the jagged edges disappear
\nColors all look brighter when you’re near
\nThe stars are all afire in the sky
\nSometimes I get so lonely I could…<\/p>\n

Why do you get all the love in the world?
\nWhy do you get all the love?<\/p>\n

—
\nThe Collector<\/strong><\/p>\n

I pick things up
\nI am a collector
\nAnd things, well things, they tend to accumulate
\nI have this net
\nIt drags behind me
\nIt picks up feelings
\nFor me to feed upon<\/p>\n

There are times, plenty of times
\nI wish I could let it go
\nBut they start to breathe, and they start to grow inside me
\nThere are times, plenty of times
\nI wish I could let it go
\nBut they start to make me think things I don’t wanna know<\/p>\n

I’m trying to fit it all inside
\nI’m trying to open my mouth wide
\nI’m trying not to choke and
\nSwallow it all<\/p>\n

I am the plague I am the swarm
\nAll your hurt sticks on me
\nAnd I keep it warm
\nThey will make me stay, they won’t let me leave
\nThere are so god damned many of them it gets hard to breathe<\/p>\n

I’m trying to fit it all inside
\nI’m trying to open my mouth wide
\nI’m trying not to choke inside
\nI am a good boy and I will
\nSwallow it all<\/p>\n

Every last one<\/p>\n

—
\nLove Is Not Enough<\/strong><\/p>\n

The more that we take
\nThe paler we get
\nI can’t remember what is
\nWe try to forget
\nThe tile on the floor
\nSo cold it could sting
\nIn your eyes is a place
\nWorth remembering<\/p>\n

For you to go and take this
\nAnd smash it apart
\nI’ve gone all this fucking way
\nTo wind up back at, back at the start<\/p>\n

Hey!
\nThe closer we think we are
\nWell, it only got us so far
\nNow you’ve got anything left to show?
\nNo, no I didn’t think so.<\/p>\n

Hey!
\nThe sooner we realize
\nWe cover ourselves with lies
\nBut underneath we’re not so tough
\nAnd love is not enough<\/p>\n

Well, it hides in the dark
\nLike the withering vein
\nWe didn’t give it a mouth
\nSo it can not complain
\nWe never really had a chance
\nWe never really make it through
\nI never think I’d believe
\nI believed I could get better with you<\/p>\n

Hey!
\nThe closer we think we are
\nWell, it never got us so far
\nNow you’ve got anything left to show?
\nNo, no I didn’t think so.<\/p>\n

Hey!
\nThe sooner we realize
\nWe cover ourselves with lies
\nBut underneath we’re not so tough
\nAnd love is not enough<\/p>\n

Love is not enough
\nHey!<\/p>\n

—
\nEvery Day Is Exactly The Same<\/strong><\/p>\n

I believe I can see the future
\nBecause I repeat the same routine
\nI think I used to have a purpose
\nThen again, that might have been a dream<\/p>\n

I think I used to have a voice
\nNow I never make a sound
\nI just do what I’ve been told
\nI really don’t want them to come around
\nOh, no.<\/p>\n

Every day is exactly the same
\nEvery day is exactly the same
\nThere is no love here and there is no pain
\nEvery day is exactly the same<\/p>\n

I can feel their eyes are watching
\nIn case I lose myself again
\nSometimes I think I’m happy here
\nSometimes, yeah, I still pretend
\nI can’t remember how this got started
\nBut I can tell you exactly how it will end.<\/p>\n

Every day is exactly the same
\nEvery day is exactly the same
\nThere is no love here and there is no pain
\nEvery day is exactly the same<\/p>\n

I’m writing on a little piece of paper
\nI’m hoping someday you might find
\nWell, I’ll hide it behind something
\nThey won’t look behind<\/p>\n

I am still inside here
\nA little bit comes bleeding through
\nI wish this could have been any other way
\nBut I just don’t know, I don’t know,
\nWhat else I can do<\/p>\n

Every day is exactly the same
\nEvery day is exactly the same
\nThere is no love here and there is no pain
\nEvery day is exactly the same<\/p>\n

Every day is the same!<\/p>\n

—
\nWith Teeth<\/strong><\/p>\n

She comes along
\nShe gets inside
\nShe makes you better than anything you’ve tried
\nIt’s in her kiss
\nThe blackest sea
\nAnd it runs deeper than you
\nDare to dream it could be<\/p>\n

With teeth<\/p>\n

Wave goodbye
\nTo what you were
\nThe rules have changed
\nThe lines begin to blur
\nShe makes you hard
\nIt comes on strong
\nYou finally found
\nThe place where you belong<\/p>\n

I cannot go through this again<\/p>\n

She will not let you go
\nKeeps holding on
\nThis time, I’m not coming back
\nShe will not let you go<\/p>\n

—
\nOnly<\/strong><\/p>\n

I’m becoming less defined as days go by
\nFading away
\nAnd well you might say
\nI’m losing focus
\nKinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself<\/p>\n

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
\nSometimes I can see right through myself<\/p>\n

Less concerned about fitting into the world
\nYour world that is
\nCause it doesn’t really matter anymore
\n(no it doesn’t really matter anymore)
\nNo it doesn’t really matter anymore
\nNone of this really matters anymore<\/p>\n

Yes I am alone but then again I always was
\nAs far back as I can tell
\nI think maybe it’s because
\nBecause you were never really real to begin with
\nI just made you up to hurt myself<\/p>\n

I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
\nAnd I just made you up to hurt myself<\/p>\n

And it worked.
\nYes it did!<\/p>\n

There is no you
\nThere is only me
\nThere is no you
\nThere is only me
\nThere is no fucking you
\nThere is only me
\nThere is no fucking you
\nThere is only me<\/p>\n

Only<\/p>\n

Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
\nAnd I had this funny feeling like I just knew it’s something bad
\nI just couldn’t leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab
\nIt was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
\nBut I climbed through<\/p>\n

Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really shouldn’t see
\nAnd now I know why, now, now, now I know why
\nThings aren’t as pretty
\nOn the inside<\/p>\n

Only<\/p>\n

—
\nGetting Smaller<\/strong><\/p>\n

Getting a little erratic here
\nAnd I don’t know who to trust
\nI guess they got a way of reading my mind
\nI guess I got to adjust
\nI’ve got my arms that flip flop flip flop flip
\nI got my head on spring
\nWell I thought I got you on my side
\nI haven’t got fucking anything<\/p>\n

I’m just a face in the crowd
\nNothing to worry about
\nNot even trying to stand out
\nI’m getting smaller and smaller and smaller
\nAnd I got nothing to say
\nIt’s all been taken away
\nI just behave and obey
\nI’m afraid I am starting to fade away<\/p>\n

Uh huh
\nI kind of see through the cracks when I press up on the wall
\nI’m not looking to stand up real high, I’d be happy to crawl
\nI think I’m losing my grip, but I can still make a fist
\nYou know I still got my one good arm that I can beat…
\nI can beat myself up<\/p>\n

Hey, and for what it was worth
\nI really used to believe
\nThat maybe there’s some great thing
\nThat we could achieve
\nAnd now I can’t tell the difference
\nOr know what to feel
\nBetween what I’ve been trying so hard to see
\nAnd what appears to be real<\/p>\n

Fading away<\/p>\n

My world is getting smaller everyday
\nHey hey hey hey, and that’s okay<\/p>\n

—
\nSunspots<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunspots cast a glare in my eyes
\nSometimes I forget I’m alive
\nI feel it coming and I’ve got to get out of its way
\nI hear it calling and I come cause I can’t disobey
\nI should not listen and I shouldn’t believe
\nBut I do
\nYes I do<\/p>\n

She turns me on
\nShe makes me real
\nI have to apologize
\nFor the way I feel<\/p>\n

My life, it seems has taken a turn
\nWhy in the name of god would I ever want to return?
\nPeel off our skin we’re gonna burn what we were to the ground
\nFuck in the fire and we’ll spread all the ashes around
\nI wanna kill away the rest of what’s left and I do
\nYes I do<\/p>\n

And nothing can stop me now
\nThere is nothing to fear
\nAnd everything I’d ever want
\nIs inside of here<\/p>\n

Ooh, I want, I want, I want, I want inside of here<\/p>\n

Now I just stare into the sun
\nAnd I see everything I’ve done
\nI think I could have been someone
\nBut I can’t stop what has begun
\nWhen everything is said and done
\nAnd there is no place left to run
\nI think I used to be someone
\nNow I just stare into the sun<\/p>\n

—
\nThe Line Begins To Blur<\/strong><\/p>\n

There are things that I said I would never do
\nThere are fears that I cannot believe have come true
\nFor my soul is too sick and too little and too late
\nAnd my self I have grown to weary to hate<\/p>\n

The more I stay in here
\nThe more it’s not so clear
\nThe more I stay in here
\nThe more I disappear
\nAs far as I have gone
\nI knew what side I’m on
\nBut now I’m not so sure
\nThe line begins to blur<\/p>\n

Is there somebody on top of me?
\nI don’t know I don’t know
\nIsn’t anybody stopping me?
\nI don’t know I don’t know
\nWell I’m trying to hold my breath
\nI don’t know I don’t know
\nJust how far down can I go?
\nI don’t know I don’t know I don’t know<\/p>\n

As I lie here and stare
\nThe fabric starts to tear
\nIt’s far beyond repair
\nAnd I don’t really care
\nAs far as I have gone
\nI knew what side I’m on
\nBut now I’m not so sure
\nThe line begins to blur<\/p>\n

—
\nBeside You In Time<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am all alone this time around
\nSometimes on the side I hear a sound
\nPlaces parallel I know it’s you
\nFeel the little pieces bleeding through<\/p>\n

And on (And on)
\nThis goes on (And on)
\nAnd on (And on)
\nThis goes on (And on)
\nAnd on (And on)
\nAnd on<\/p>\n

Now that I’ve decided not to stay
\nI can feel me start to fade away
\nEverything is back where it belongs
\nI will be beside you before long<\/p>\n

Oooh we will never die
\nOooh Beside you in time<\/p>\n

—
\nRight Where It Belongs<\/strong><\/p>\n

See the animal in his cage that you built
\nAre you sure what side you’re on?
\nBetter not look him too closely in the eye
\nAre you sure what side of the glass you are on?
\nSee the safety of the life you have built
\nEverything where it belongs
\nFeel the hollowness inside of your heart
\nAnd it’s all
\nRight where it belongs<\/p>\n

What if everything around you
\nIsn’t quite as it seems?
\nWhat if all the world you think you know
\nIs an elaborate dream?
\nAnd if you look at your reflection
\nIs it all you want it to be?
\nWhat if you could look right through the cracks?
\nWould you find yourself
\nFind yourself afraid to see?<\/p>\n

What if all the worlds inside of your head
\nJust creations of your own?
\nYour devils and your gods
\nAll the living and the dead
\nAnd you’re really all alone?
\nYou can live in this illusion
\nYou can choose to believe
\nYou keep looking but you can’t find the woods
\nWhile you’re hiding in the trees<\/p>\n

What if everything around you
\nIsn’t quite as it seems?
\nWhat if all the world you used to know
\nIs an elaborate dream?
\nAnd if you look at your reflection
\nIs it all you want it to be?
\nWhat if you could look right through the cracks
\nWould you find yourself
\nFind yourself afraid to see?<\/p>\n

—
\nHome<\/strong><\/p>\n

Everything
\nIs catching up with me
\nI awake
\nTo find i’m not at all where I
\nShould be
\nAnd it feels
\nI’m getting to the end
\nAnd it’s hard
\nTo figure out what’s real
\nAnd what’s
\nPretend<\/p>\n

To break from what
\nWe’re tied to
\nGod knows
\nHow much i’ve tried to<\/p>\n

And I am still inside you
\nAnd I am still inside you<\/p>\n

I escape
\nEvery now and then
\nAnd to think
\nI find myself
\nBack here again
\nAnd again<\/p>\n

I used to know who I was
\nUntill you came along
\nI return
\nTo the only place
\nI’ve ever felt
\nThat I belong<\/p>\n

To break from what
\nWe’re tied to
\nGod knows
\nHow much i’ve tried to<\/p>\n

And I am still inside you
\nAnd I am still inside you<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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