Core Philosophy: Fascination with the sublime (esp. Burkean), an aching for destruction
Offending Lyrics, revealing core philosophy:
Drink that Kool-Aid
Follow my lead
Now you're one of us
You're coming with me...
It's time to kill the lights
And shut the DJ down
(This place about to)
Tonight we're taking over
No one's getting out...
This place about to blow, blow
This place about to blow, blow
This place about to blow, blow
This place about to blow, blow
This place about to...
We're pretty and sick
We're young and we're bored...
It's time to lose your mind
And let the crazy out...
Depressing translation, in light of philosophical lens:
We're pretty bored. We're pretty and bored. We're bored because we're pretty. We're bored because we're young and alive. (People probably think that we're bored for the sake of it. We're not.)
We just wanna be on the edge of something. We just wanna feel alive. We wanna let go. We wanna fuck it all up. We wanna lose everything. Prettiness is fleeting. Beauty is contained, bounded and meaningless. We want to see the edge. Then we wanna see over it. We wanna lose our minds. We wanna tear things apart. We wanna blow the world apart, lose ourselves,be a part of something much much bigger. We wanna drink the Kool-Aid. Fuck it. We wanna die.
Almost.
Because we're bored. And bored with being bored. And bored with being pretty. And bored with being boring (and maybe even more bored with coughing up those glitter globs post Ke$hian oral coitis). And that's the sickness of the human condition.
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