Never Satisfied by Corpse Lyrics Meaning – The Anthem of a Restless Generation

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Lyrics

BITCH, I’M A FUCK UP, AY
So, yeah, you’ve been making music for four years. You’re clearly fucking – super passionate about it, and you must be good at it. I think do it, bro. I mean, you’re doing it already, you just haven’t posted it

I’M STILL ON THE RUN
OPPOSITIONS TRYNA GET ME
I’M STILL SWERVIN’ ‘TIL I’M DONE
WON’T OFF THE GAS UNTIL IT’S EMPTY
ALL THESE BITCHES TRYNA FRONT
ALL MY EXES CAN’T FORGET ME
I STILL FUCKIN’ HATE MYSELF
I STILL FUCKIN’ CAN’T ACCEPT ME
I’M STILL ON THE RUN
OPPOSITIONS TRYNA GET ME
I’M STILL SWERVIN’ ‘TIL I’M DONE
WON’T OFF THE GAS UNTIL IT’S EMPTY
ALL THESE BITCHES TRYNA FRONT
ALL MY EXES CAN’T FORGET ME
I STILL FUCKIN’ HATE MYSELF
I STILL FUCKIN’ CAN’T ACCEPT ME

BITCH, I’M A FUCK UP, AY
IT’S WHY I GET FUCKED UP, AY
BITCH, I’M A FUCK UP, AY
IT’S WHY I GET FUCKED UP, YEAH

I WISH TO WANT A SIMPLE LIFE (LIL’ BITCH!)
I’M MAD, I CAN’T BE SATISFIED (AY)
I FUCKIN’ SNAP, AND THEY ALL ASK ME WHY (Ayy)
I CHASE THE BAG AND THEN ANOTHER HIGH (LITTLE BITCH)

Spent a lot of my time waitin’
Fucked up, still tryna figure how to face it, uh
Got better vision like LASIK
Fuckboy, get the fuck outta my face, bitch, uh
Gunnin’ for the top, I’m sprayin’
Full metal shots, don’t miss, I take ’em, uh
Never really cared if I’m famous
I make real shit while you just fake it

I’M STILL ON THE RUN
OPPOSITIONS TRYNA GET ME
I’M STILL SWERVIN’ ‘TIL I’M DONE
WON’T OFF THE GAS UNTIL IT’S EMPTY
ALL THESE BITCHES TRYNA FRONT
ALL MY EXES CAN’T FORGET ME
I STILL FUCKIN’ HATE MYSELF
I STILL FUCKIN’ CAN’T ACCEPT ME
I’M STILL ON THE RUN
OPPOSITIONS TRYNA GET ME
I’M STILL SWERVIN’ ‘TIL I’M DONE
WON’T OFF THE GAS UNTIL IT’S EMPTY
ALL THESE BITCHES TRYNA FRONT
ALL MY EXES CAN’T FORGET ME
I STILL FUCKIN’ HATE MYSELF
I STILL FUCKIN’ CAN’T ACCEPT ME

BITCH, I’M A FUCK UP, AY
IT’S WHY I GET FUCKED UP, AY
BITCH, I’M A FUCK UP, AY
IT’S WHY I GET FUCKED UP, YEAH

I WISH TO WANT A SIMPLE LIFE (LIL BITCH!)
I’M MAD, I CAN’T BE SATISFIED (AY)
I FUCKIN’ SNAP, AND THEY ALL ASK ME WHY (Ayy)
I CHASE THE BAG AND THEN ANOTHER HIGH (LITTLE BITCH)

In the raw throes of Corpse’s ‘Never Satisfied’, there’s a visceral energy that predicates the angst and struggle of our current era. Drenched in the dark, lo-fi beats characteristic of Corpse’s sound, this track is a confessional that resonates with the ever-persistent chase of fulfillment our generation seems doomed to run. Like a voice echoing from the shadows, Corpse narrates a story that fits into the grooves and crevices of countless souls who strive beyond their grasp, perpetually reaching for something perpetually out of reach.

This isn’t just music; it’s a sonic diary of disillusionment and the relentless pursuit of satisfaction in a world that dangles it like a carrot on a stick. From a surface standpoint, the lyrics might come across as a vent of self-deprecation and frustration. But beneath the surface, there’s a river teeming with the complexities of self-identity, existential thought, and the weight of aspirations. Let’s peel back the layers of ‘Never Satisfied’ and meet Corpse at the crossroads of raw emotion and artistic brilliance.

The Race Against Oneself: A Dive into Corpse’s Inner Struggle

The relentless repetition of ‘I’M STILL ON THE RUN’ in the hook is a march, each footfall a step further into Corpse’s psyche. Describing an inescapable pursuit by ‘OPPOSITIONS,’ whether these are mental health issues, societal expectations, or past relationships, it’s clear that Corpse is depicting an internal battle that knows no ceasefire. The car imagery of ‘SWERVIN’ ‘TIL I’M DONE’ and ‘WON’T OFF THE GAS UNTIL IT’S EMPTY’ signify a relentless determination coupled with self-destructive tendencies — a motif of racing against the specter of dissatisfaction and one’s own demons.

What makes Corpse’s narrative gripping is the universality of it. It’s the story of anyone feeling trapped in a cycle of discontent, pushing their limits, hoping that maybe this time, with this achievement or escape, the void will be filled. ‘ALL MY EXES CAN’T FORGET ME’ may on one level speak to Corpse’s personal relationship scars, but also symbolizes an inability to leave behind the remnants of one’s past, which cling tightly despite the continuous chase forward.

The Dichotomy of Self-Love: Corpse’s Battle with Acceptance

Corpse doesn’t just lay his vices and frustrations bare; he delves into the fraught relationship with self-identity in ‘I STILL FUCKIN’ HATE MYSELF / I STILL FUCKIN’ CAN’T ACCEPT ME’. This internal battle is a cornerstone of the artist’s ethos throughout his works. Corpse’s self-critique is visceral, a shout into the void that captures the attention of anyone who’s ever been at war with their reflection in the mirror.

This painful honesty is part of what engenders a deep, empathetic connection with the listener. Corpse might be addressing his experiences, but in them, we hear echoes of our insecurities and struggles. The dichotomy between self-improvement (running from what weighs us down) and self-acceptance (the reconciling of our flaws and embracing them) is at the heart of the human condition. These lyrics challenge us to confront our own dissatisfaction and lack of acceptance.

Chasing Shadows: The Song’s Hidden Meaning of Never Enough

Beyond the explicit expression of self-defeat, ‘Never Satisfied’ hints at an insidious cultural phenomenon: the perpetual chase for more. In ‘I WISH TO WANT A SIMPLE LIFE / I’M MAD, I CAN’T BE SATISFIED’, Corpse unmasks the curse of ambition and the hollow reward of material success that our society is predicated upon. His lyrics draw back the curtain on the illusion that there will ever be an end to the longing and wanting.

In a society that values high achievement and constant productivity, Corpse’s track becomes an anthem for those burnt out on the hamster wheel of endless aspiration. His admission of ‘I CHASE THE BAG AND THEN ANOTHER HIGH’ might depict his own journey of chasing success and the subsequent temporary euphoria, but also sheds light on the addictive cycle of needing to achieve the next milestone, never basking in the contentment of the present.

Decoding Corpse’s Cry for Authenticity Amidst a World of Facades

Perhaps some of the most striking commentary within ‘Never Satisfied’ emerges in its critique of authenticity. ‘I make real shit while you just fake it,’ Corpse growls, differentiating his genuine expression from the disingenuity he observes. This condemnation of inauthenticity is more than just a diss; it’s a condemnation of a culture that often celebrates the superficial and inauthentic over the raw and real.

It’s Corpse drawing a line in the sand, making it known that his music, his art, is created from the marrow of his experiences and is untainted by the artifice that can pervade the industry. The declaration resonates with those who seek substance in an era often marred by the shallow and the contrived.

Memorable Lines that Define a Generation’s Rallying Cry

Lines like ‘BITCH, I’M A FUCK UP, AY / IT’S WHY I GET FUCKED UP, AY’ are not merely explicit outbursts, but symbolic mantras for a demographic wrestling with the pressures of perfection and the consequent coping mechanisms. These memorable lines serve as an acknowledgment of fallibility and the raw truth that one’s mistakes or misfortunes can become part of their identity.

Corpse’s candid repetition creates a hyper-relatable narrative, encapsulating the frustration of self-imposed expectations and societal pressures in a few simple words. They crystallize the struggle, the confusion, and the self-medication that defines our times, making ‘Never Satisfied’ not just a song, but a mirror to the tribulations facing so many.