ARTIFICIAL SUICIDE
by Bad Omens
Summary
"ARTIFICIAL SUICIDE" by Bad Omens is a fierce critique of modern life and the way technology shapes our identities. It pushes back against being reduced to mere data and highlights the struggle to be heard in a noisy world.
Full Analysis
The song dives deep into feelings of alienation and frustration in a digital age. It addresses how technology can make us feel like we're just part of a system, like commodities rather than individuals. There's a strong sense of rebellion throughout, a call to resist being molded by outside forces. The lyrics echo a desire for authenticity and the pain that comes from losing touch with who we really are.
Verse 1
Soaked in the neon glows
Silver forked tongues talking to you in the digital snow
A glitch in the chain, a loop in the brain
You wanted to break, but you still wanna play the game
This verse sets the scene in a bright yet suffocating digital landscape. The “neon glows” symbolize the flashy appeal of technology that can distract us. The “silver forked tongues” hint at deceitful communication, like the lies or manipulations we encounter online. There’s a sense of confusion with “a glitch in the chain” suggesting that even though we want to escape this cycle, the allure of the game keeps us hooked.
Chorus
Well, we're not gonna be a commodity
Not another maggot in the feed that you're gonna eat
Motherfucker, you can try
Artificial suicide
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Full Lyrics
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Silver forked tongues talking to you in the digital snow
A glitch in the chain, a loop in the brain
You wanted to break, but you still wanna play the game
Well, we're not gonna be a commodity
Not another maggot in the feed that you're gonna eat
Motherfucker, you can try
Artificial suicide
Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
Lighting Molotov's for the broken youth
Can you hear me through the white noise, friend?
A cheers to the life you don't get to choose
Another antichrist on the evening news
Can you hear me through the white noise?
Can you hear me through the white noi-?
We're not gonna be a commodity
Not another maggot in the feed that you're gonna eat
Motherfucker, you can try
Artificial suicide
We're not gonna be a commodity
Not another maggot in the feed that you're gonna eat
Motherfucker, you can try
Artificial suicide
You hate the shape when you have to see
An unfamiliar face on an all-black screen
Can you hear me through the white noise, friend?
Repeat the phrase they force you to read
"If I wanna be great, I don't wanna be me"
Can you hear me through the white noise?
Can you hear me through the white noise?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me through the white noise?
We're not gonna be a commodity
Not another maggot in the feed that you're gonna eat
Motherfucker, you can try
Artificial suicide
We're not gonna be a commodity
Not another maggot in the feed that you're gonna eat
Motherfucker, you can try
Artificial suicide
Hear me through the white noise
