A four part fictional melodrama,
exploring the degradation of trust,
the emotional death of love, the contemplation of suicide,
and 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.
Often in life, relationships, without detailing
the possibilities of its demise,
fall apart leaving an innocent victim to
brood in endless depression.
In this process of mental mutilation,
the will to live dissipates and suicide becomes a selfish option
whose only achievement is leaving the ones who
loved you a lifelong cross to bear.
The realization of this begins the song's final chapter
in which the creation of anger spawns the idea
that living is far more spiteful and
control truly makes us strong.
Although we are taught to suppress anger and/or hatred,
they are normal human emotions that act as
healthy cleansings and sometimes lifesaving
problem solvers.
The creation of "You Can't Love This" is our
way of releasing lingering pain.
To cleanse and metamorphasise.
An attempt to problem-solve with the therapy of sound-art.
This explanation is provided solely for
those who might misconstrue the true
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.
Screaming in dark, nothing more I can say.
You can't love this.
Yes, the attitude puts you in fear.
Screaming, contorting, the end is near.
Hatred and hatred and hatred inside, you
did this to me now you must DIE.
You can't love this.
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 creep in your backseats.
A creep in all your minds.
I don't care...
What you say means nothing.
What you think means nothing.
What you want means nothing.
What you see means nothing.
What you take means nothing.
What you feel means nothing.
What you are means nothing.
Who you are means nothing.
Nothing...

I hate you you fucking cunt...