Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Life in a Museum’ by A Static Lullaby. 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 A Static Lullaby or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
The scene has retaken shape
It seems your stuck in the middle
The legs of your lover
Have spread for another
(You’re invaded) and coming undone
Retrace, recount, reuse
Become, believe, be well
Impress, impose, embark
Conceal, connect, conquer
You give it all
And sometimes fade away
We give it all
We all just fade
It’s not love
We’re not love
But I’m not perishing
‘Cause vengeance holds my hand
To be lost amongst the slaves
(We’re shackled) Shackled and blistering
Its now lust that holds my hand
Tonight I’ll find my way
So now you think this is safe (huuhh…)
Oh boy you better be careful
I’ve never had the chance for
This kind of love
(I’m infected) I’m coming undone
Retrace, recount, reuse
Become, believe, be well
Impress, impose, embark
Conceal, connect, conquer
But I’m not perishing
‘Cause vengeance holds my hand
To be lost amongst the slaves
(We’re shackled) Shackled and blistering
Its now lust that holds my hand
Tonight I’ll find my way