Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Nerve Gas’ by 3 Colours Red. 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 3 Colours Red or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
How could I let you get so attached
Before I knew you, you had us matched
A broken quartet plays your heartstrings
You’re out of tune with everything
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded
Nerve gas
Its cold in the kitchen my nicotine tongue
Is dry and sarcastic and blacker than lungs
You’re flipping the tripswitch
And sucking your thumb
And parking your thick head where it don’t belong
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded
Nerve gas
Its cold in the kitchen my nicotine tongue
Is dry and sarcastic and blacker than lungs
You’re flipping the tripswitch
And sucking your thumb
And parking your thick head where it don’t belong
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
Nerve gas, nerve gas, no class
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded
I get asphyxiated
Funny how fast you faded
Nerve gas