A four part fictional melodrama, exploring the degradation of trust, the emotional death of love, the contemplation of suicide, and
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the outlet of anger, to save one's soul. Although the piece is structured from a man's point of view, its theme applies to both sexes.
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Often in life, relationships, without detailing the possibilities of its demise, fall apart leaving an innocent victim to brood in endless
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depression. In this process of mental mutilation, the will to live dissipates and suicide becomes a selfish option whose only
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achievement is leaving the ones who loved you a lifelong cross to bear. The realization of this begins the song's final chapter in
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which the creation of anger spawns the idea that living is far more spiteful and control truly makes us strong. Although we are
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taught to suppress anger and/or hatred, they are normal human emotions that act as healthy cleansings and sometimes lifesaving
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problem solvers.
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The creation of "You Can't Love This" is our way of releasing lingering pain. To cleanse and metamorphasise. An attempt to
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problem-solve with the therapy of sound-art. This explanation is provided solely for those who might misconstrue the true
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meanings as blatant sexism, senseless violence, or simple shock value. At the very least it's a story, nothing more.
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Waiting alone in the back of a lie, chewing on stone cause I don't want to die. Breeding in muck, 'till my spleen rots away.
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Screaming in dark, nothing more I can say. You can't love this.
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Yes, the attitude puts you in fear. Screaming, contorting, the end is near. Hatred and hatred and hatred inside, you did this to me
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now you must DIE. You can't love this.
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Not liked and not wanted, not needed. Don't flaunt it. Not cool or down with it. Loser. Just stay seated. A creep in all aspects. A
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creep in your backseats. A creep in all your minds. I don't care...
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What you say means nothing. What you think means nothing. What you want means nothing. What you see means nothing. What
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you take means nothing. What you feel means nothing. What you are means nothing. Who you are means nothing. Nothing...
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I hate you you fucking cunt...
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You Can't Love This
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| Bile |
