Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Slit Wrist Theory’ by 36 Crazyfists. 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 36 Crazyfists or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
With the absence of eye, I can start to bleed again
With the color of hearts it seems like you wear right thin
And as it falls from your mouth, it seems like you needed it more
Well I can still ask for more, I will still ask for more
Get the f*ck out, stay the f*ck out
It makes me sick (I’m alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all
Lace me up, lace me up
I’m still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I’m still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround
Words that won’t matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more
And I will color you all red, I will color you all, red
Get the f*ck out, stay the f*ck out
It makes me sick (I’m alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all
Lace me up, lace me up
I’m still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I’m still looking for these angels in the snow
Braided conversation
Get the f*ck out, stay the f*ck out
It makes me sick (I’m alright)
Slit wrist theory, stains us all
And caved the f*ck in, and bashed the f*ck in, it’s so old
Slit wrist theory, stains us all
Lace me up, lace me up
I’m still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up, lace me up
I’m still looking for these angels in the snow
Lace me up