Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Chromatically Declining Me’ by 12 Rods. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 12 Rods or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Standing concrete form and concrete smile
Small children poking me in the eyes
I’m having too much fun in bed with myself
(Woah) it hit me that
How many good people are
Deceiving me right now?
I think about it too much
America’s number one statistical faux pas
(Woah, woah)
By my volition
By my volition
By my volition
(Woah) it hit me that
How many good people are
Deceiving me right now?
I think about it like
Backwards voices and bad T.V. programming
I’m drawn to life like the Klan are to minority
It’s something I don’t want to see
Chromatically declining me
Standing concrete form and concrete smile
Small children poking me in the eyes
It’s so hard to wake up
When your mind and body aches
And your dick’s in your hand
You begin to count with you fingers about
How many good people are
Deceiving me right now?
I think about it like
Backwards voices and bad T.V. programming
I’m drawn to life like the Klan are to minority
It’s something I don’t want to see
Chromatically declining me