Paroles de la chanson Running on Empty (The Sacrifice) par
Static, there's static in my brain
And the ceiling hasn't changed
I'm sweating profusely
I'm sweating profusely
Static, there's static in my brain
And the ceiling hasn't changed
I'm sweating profusely
It's been hours since it's been three days
And I'm starting to second guess
I'm sweating profusely
Erratic, I've been acting erratic
And time feels elastic
I'm sweating profusely
A momentary void in my head
For the promess of better days
And the ceiling hasn't changed
I'm sweating profusely
I'm sweating profusely
Static, there's static in my brain
And the ceiling hasn't changed
I'm sweating profusely
It's been hours since it's been three days
And I'm starting to second guess
I'm sweating profusely
Erratic, I've been acting erratic
And time feels elastic
I'm sweating profusely
A momentary void in my head
For the promess of better days
I'm doing it, yeah I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it, I'm doing it-
I'm doing it to myself
Light-headed, barely thinking
Cloudy June day, the air is heavy
The wrinkles of my mattress
Are engraved across my back skin
Misty lungs, painful pulsations
I can feel it in my head
A clenched jaw, an open carcass
I can feel the blood
I can taste the blood
Sweat, I'm breathing sweat, I'm breathing sweat
I'm breathing sweat, it's been 5 days, 4 or
Maybe still 3, it's hard not to focus on
I'm doing it to myself
Light-headed, barely thinking
Cloudy June day, the air is heavy
The wrinkles of my mattress
Are engraved across my back skin
Misty lungs, painful pulsations
I can feel it in my head
A clenched jaw, an open carcass
I can feel the blood
I can taste the blood
Sweat, I'm breathing sweat, I'm breathing sweat
I'm breathing sweat, it's been 5 days, 4 or
Maybe still 3, it's hard not to focus on
Anything
Sweat, I'm breathing sweat, I'm breathing sweat
I'm breathing sweat, everything's sweat
I need a jumpcut
Everything's a jump-cut
A constant back and forth
A constant back and forth
A constant back and forth
I must be psychotic
Maybe I'm at fault, nobody reacts like that
Nobody sees a shadow hanging around the
Corner at night, nobody, nobody
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
Sweat, I'm breathing sweat, I'm breathing sweat
I'm breathing sweat, everything's sweat
I need a jumpcut
Everything's a jump-cut
A constant back and forth
A constant back and forth
A constant back and forth
I must be psychotic
Maybe I'm at fault, nobody reacts like that
Nobody sees a shadow hanging around the
Corner at night, nobody, nobody
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
A rabbit on its back
A rabbit on its back!
[PART II]
I've been choking on chalk
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
I wish to see the sun, I wish to see the sun
It burns my skin to mush, I need oxygen
A rabbit on its back
A rabbit on its back!
[PART II]
I've been choking on chalk
Biting the corners of my sink
Like a slug covered in salt
Wrigglin' like a fucking eel
A rabbit on its back
Was it just an attack
Or just the withdrawals
Should I trust the feeling
'Cause it's always a gamble
It's been six years with a crutch
It's all I really know
Most stop after six months
Did I stunt my growth?
And clarity will come
And I will probably suffer
As I swim to the surface
I'm drenched in confusion
I see veils covering the horizon
With a concerning shade of purple
Like a slug covered in salt
Wrigglin' like a fucking eel
A rabbit on its back
Was it just an attack
Or just the withdrawals
Should I trust the feeling
'Cause it's always a gamble
It's been six years with a crutch
It's all I really know
Most stop after six months
Did I stunt my growth?
And clarity will come
And I will probably suffer
As I swim to the surface
I'm drenched in confusion
I see veils covering the horizon
With a concerning shade of purple
But if I trusted my instincts
I would have never left my home
I think I touched it
I know you're scared of what goes on in my head
I know I see it as never ending
I'm receding, ever-changing
Against the rising tides
You're vanishing from my mattress
But I still left your place intact
Sometimes change isn't expected
It happens in random impulses
I can feel it across my chicken skin
I opened up the pig's cage
I don't want you to be scared
No I don't want you to be alone
I would have never left my home
I think I touched it
I know you're scared of what goes on in my head
I know I see it as never ending
I'm receding, ever-changing
Against the rising tides
You're vanishing from my mattress
But I still left your place intact
Sometimes change isn't expected
It happens in random impulses
I can feel it across my chicken skin
I opened up the pig's cage
I don't want you to be scared
No I don't want you to be alone
I don't want you to be scared
No, I don't want to die no more
I don't want you to be scared
No I don't want you to be alone
I don't want you to be scared
No, I don't want to die no more
Like a snake shedding its skin
Through pain I'll be born anew
It's my first step towards happiness
Short term excruciating pain
For the promise of a long term gain
It's my first step towards happiness
(Is it worth it?)
(Is it worth it?)
No, I don't want to die no more
I don't want you to be scared
No I don't want you to be alone
I don't want you to be scared
No, I don't want to die no more
Like a snake shedding its skin
Through pain I'll be born anew
It's my first step towards happiness
Short term excruciating pain
For the promise of a long term gain
It's my first step towards happiness
(Is it worth it?)
(Is it worth it?)
Que racontent les paroles de la chanson Running on Empty (The Sacrifice) de Feldup ?
Cinq jours allongé, le plafond qui ne change pas
Il y a quelque chose d'immédiatement oppressant dans l'ouverture de ce morceau. "Static" — de la friture, du bruit blanc dans le crâne. Feldup pose le décor en un mot, et ce décor c'est l'intérieur d'une tête qui ne fonctionne plus comme avant. On est dans une chambre. Le plafond est le seul paysage. Les heures et les jours se confondent jusqu'à devenir une phrase qui n'a aucun sens logique, et pourtant chacun comprend exactement ce qu'elle veut dire.
Ce que le corps raconte quand les mots manquent
Feldup ne nomme pas tout de suite ce qu'il traverse. Il n'a pas besoin de le faire. Les symptômes parlent à sa place — la mâchoire serrée, les poumons brumeux, le goût du sang, la peau de poule. "A clenched jaw, an open carcass" : le corps s'ouvre comme une bête qu'on vide, et pourtant il est encore là, encore debout, enfin presque. Le mot "carcass" est brutal, choisi, il dit quelque chose sur la façon dont on se perçoit quand on est en train de se sevrer de quelque chose qui a duré six ans. "It's been six years with a crutch" — six ans avec une béquille, dit-il plus loin, avec la lucidité tranquille de quelqu'un qui voit enfin la situation de l'extérieur.
La lumière comme désir impossible
Le refrain revient en boucle, obsessionnel, presque liturgique : vouloir voir le soleil, mais le soleil brûle la peau. C'est l'image la plus déchirante du morceau — quelqu'un qui aspire à la guérison tout en sachant qu'elle fait mal, que la lumière après l'obscurité ça aveugle avant d'illuminer. Le "I need oxygen" qui suit ressemble moins à une métaphore qu'à un cri organique, le genre de phrase qu'on dit sans vraiment la penser, parce que le corps la dit à votre place.
La chanson finit sur une question que personne ne pose à voix haute dans la vraie vie : est-ce que ça vaut la peine ? Feldup laisse le silence répondre. Mais avant ça, il a dit une chose qui change tout — il ne veut plus mourir. Formulé comme ça, sans emphase, entre deux vers sur la douleur à court terme, c'est peut-être la phrase la plus courageuse du morceau.
Il y a quelque chose d'immédiatement oppressant dans l'ouverture de ce morceau. "Static" — de la friture, du bruit blanc dans le crâne. Feldup pose le décor en un mot, et ce décor c'est l'intérieur d'une tête qui ne fonctionne plus comme avant. On est dans une chambre. Le plafond est le seul paysage. Les heures et les jours se confondent jusqu'à devenir une phrase qui n'a aucun sens logique, et pourtant chacun comprend exactement ce qu'elle veut dire.
Ce que le corps raconte quand les mots manquent
Feldup ne nomme pas tout de suite ce qu'il traverse. Il n'a pas besoin de le faire. Les symptômes parlent à sa place — la mâchoire serrée, les poumons brumeux, le goût du sang, la peau de poule. "A clenched jaw, an open carcass" : le corps s'ouvre comme une bête qu'on vide, et pourtant il est encore là, encore debout, enfin presque. Le mot "carcass" est brutal, choisi, il dit quelque chose sur la façon dont on se perçoit quand on est en train de se sevrer de quelque chose qui a duré six ans. "It's been six years with a crutch" — six ans avec une béquille, dit-il plus loin, avec la lucidité tranquille de quelqu'un qui voit enfin la situation de l'extérieur.
La lumière comme désir impossible
Le refrain revient en boucle, obsessionnel, presque liturgique : vouloir voir le soleil, mais le soleil brûle la peau. C'est l'image la plus déchirante du morceau — quelqu'un qui aspire à la guérison tout en sachant qu'elle fait mal, que la lumière après l'obscurité ça aveugle avant d'illuminer. Le "I need oxygen" qui suit ressemble moins à une métaphore qu'à un cri organique, le genre de phrase qu'on dit sans vraiment la penser, parce que le corps la dit à votre place.
La chanson finit sur une question que personne ne pose à voix haute dans la vraie vie : est-ce que ça vaut la peine ? Feldup laisse le silence répondre. Mais avant ça, il a dit une chose qui change tout — il ne veut plus mourir. Formulé comme ça, sans emphase, entre deux vers sur la douleur à court terme, c'est peut-être la phrase la plus courageuse du morceau.