The meaning of AURORA’s song: Starvation.
Actions speak louder than words, yes, but people also forget the way that violence brings about more change than peace.
“I miss the touch of human hands on my skin. Miss the rush of beauty coming from within. Do I need to be torn just to see who will care? I sleep on the floor, dreaming my life away.”
In these lines, I see a chronically isolated person so terribly lonely, she/he resorts to inner-destruction and violence to entertain her/his need for chaos. Without other people, there is neither affection nor the inner satisfaction which comes from feeling that external affection. Without other people, there is so much to miss, but so much bliss in the hysteria one experiences alone in her/his bedroom. Yes, we dream, but we dream alone. Thus, we live without being around other life. Of course, this self-destruction that comes with isolation is fueled by the need to see just who would care if your self were completely ruined.
“Why do we have to die for us to see the light? And we hunger for love.”
This applies to the chronically isolated person, but also to society as a whole. In a sense, society, when seen from its entirety, is nothing but a chronically isolated person. Only after violence, death, depths and the lowest of lows, can the light finally be seen, all while we hunger for love.
“Why do we touch the knife when we long to feel alive? And we hunger for love.”
When the world becomes dull and becomes a void, we crave for violence to shake ourselves out of peaceful ennui. Oh, yes, all while we hunger for love.
“And my soul is starving.”
The constant pursuit of violence, peace, violence, peace, is done before the background of the craving for love. Whether there is blood on our hands, we’re still starving for something. We might wish to cure this starvation with peace, violence, peace, violence, but it is neither peace nor violence that we need, it is love that we need.
“Come on over, take a bite of the last apple here on Earth. Will the virtual mind become stronger than mind? And when my ego dies, will I stay here forever? When the web crashes down, will my life be better?”
AURORA here lists some examples which came from loneliness, and continues to cause more of that violent loneliness she elaborated on in the verses above. They are, respectively, the destruction of earth (global warming), the replacement of human intelligence by artificial intelligence, the question of the authenticity of replicas made possible by technology, and the terrifying realization that the destruction of technology wouldn’t undo the damage it has caused.
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“Break me, break me, chasing the enemy.”
The way I read it is that the “me” is being broken as the “other” chases the enemy. In this context, humanity (and, therefore the person suffering from chronic loneliness) is being broken while humanity attempts to destroy the thing causing the problems (the “enemy”). Humanity believes that the development of technology in a certain direction is for the better, and will destroy all the previous problems. But in the process of doing so, humanity is simultaneously being broken even further.
“Got a deal with the devil but I got the stamina.”
The situation is dire, but the “stamina” is a violent outcry declaring that humanity will outlive everything. This is an irrational statement which came from a cry of delirium, violent spite.
“Higher than anything I’ve ever seen or been. Right now, everything, everything’s empty. Starving, craving, chasing the remedy.”
The message society wishes for everyone to believe is that society has advanced, and will continue to advance, to greater heights never achieved before. But instead of looking at the physical, earthly, materialistic advancements, if we instead look inwards, we see emptiness. We’re still starving for more, killing ourselves in the process.
“I got used to the torture, but no one deserves to be alone.”
Even so, nobody deserves to be utterly alone. Even if we suffer through pain, everybody should have their own place in someone else’s heart.
“And my soul is hurting, but I got the stamina.”
Once again, the stamina is an outcry of violent delirium. The soul burns and churns from this self-destruction, but we still hold the confidence that we’ll continue to live.
“We are decorated bones.”
We are simple creatures, and we should return to simplicity instead of fighting ourselves, starving ourselves, feeding ourselves, and still starving for more.
