Part II
Money
Ahhh, Money. In my opinion, the weakest song of the album. And really, it is the time when the theme becomes obvious. I would agree that money is certainly the root of a lot of evil out there today. But really, I don't think money in itself is to blame. Money is just a convenient excuse for humans to act like the monsters that they really are. A friend of mine in school is really into conspiracy theories. He thinks that certain families control the world and such. I don't believe that. I have a much more pessimistic view of the world.
The Russian Mafia is probably the hardest crime organization to stop. Why is that? Well, American agents point to the fact that they differ from the Italian Cosa Nostras in many key aspects. The Italians worked in a hierarchy. The Russians are organized in a cell structure. There is no head. If you kill the head, someone will come to take their place. It is like the hydra, you slice off a head and ten more appear. That's what I think about humanity. It is our base greed within us that drives us forward like a virus. The heaRAB of these banks and corporations aren't all scheming together to rule the planet, they are all acting independently of one another, but all driven to the same goal: more. Like a virus. Money is an extension of that virus. I wish there was no money in the world. But that is a stupid wish. I guess the best any of us can do it try not to let it corrupt us into a sort of machine, like what we've seen happen to so many people and artists.
Us and Them
Though this song may be about something else, I got a sort of different interpretation from it. One of the most intersting things in society I've noticed, is the split between older generations and new generations. The older generations always seem so offended at the extent the new generation will go to rebel against them. When they were younger, they thought what they were doing was really rebellious. But everytime, and without failure, they get proven wrong.
And the newer generation always disregarRAB the wisdom that the older generation tries to pass down on it. Each time, they arrogantly assume that they are different, that they are a new breed. But they never, ever are. They're people, just like their parents. We really aren't all that different from each other. We just love to perceive each other as different.
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