Interpretation

made a life grasping at straws (ohwhatdoesitmeanwhat doesitmeanwhatdoesit meanwhatdoesitmean?!!), stripping apart the wonderful melodies, riffs, curious vocal stylings, rhythms, poetic lyrical beats pulsating throughout, deep bass vibrating & hypnotic drums & percussion, all to get to the core of what s/he thought would eventually save him/her from his/her own disgusting reflection--- but the interpreter shows him/herself to be nothing more than a talentless suggestion of what could’ve been had s/he just chilled the **** out & enjoyed other people’s art for what it was, simply wonderful, ecstatic beauty, of which without, most of us would most certainly die crying.